There is a war in my veins through the floods and fireworks there is a war my tongue is a battlefield littered with the corpses of nostalgia and love this is my home but this is not my home the words won't form on my lips they are not foreign, they are angry and frightened and lost and I
I am ashamed.
My mother has a gun to her head and refuses to let me come any closer.

the girls who are made from fire
the girls who run with the wolves
the girls who know diamonds are only carbon
the girls who still give a ****
the girls who cry themselves to sleep at night
the girls who are good
the girls who are bad
the girls who are bound by religion
the girls who **** anyone they like
the girls who smoke cigars
the girls who crash against the shore

write em all.

the **** survivors
the drug addicts
the businesswomen
the doctors
the teachers
the mothers
the lovers
the daughters
the sisters
you
me
us

write em all.

i pulled an all nighter
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
**** **** **** **** ****

I want to lick every vertebrae of your spine. I want to kiss where your seams split. I want to watch you collapse in on yourself. I want to stroke your worries away. I want to wreck you.
But I'll let you go first.

bound by religion
bound by fate
i can't be trusted
to make my mistakes.