she's a siren in a wasteland a tantalizing ebon-eyed angel gloved in lacy little bralettes cloaked by burnt hair she lures, lulls lashes curled fingertips cold while the world shifts and spins she stays, a gravestone her shape, the muse of every rave from shakespeare to sheeran skin, a minefield of goosebumps freckles and velvet and that cookie cutter heart inked into her collarbone (i knew her before that, once)
before the toothpick cross on her viola-neck-of-a wrist, too plus the piercing in her naval before those crystal charms that just dangle there the ones her exes line up to drop off each april before they slip into her bedroom slide into those cheetah-print sheets same ones they wove their seeds and sweat and sins into a handful of ages ago
amidst the haze that haunts those troops i witness lust a black hole masked by magnets stained with cream-ridden coffee reeking of mary jane and cake batter chapstick (i gave her lip-balm for her birthday, once)
evermore and nonetheless, armies drown themselves in airport perfume lilac bottles she trades her tickets for because free spirits can't afford to both stay in and smell like paris thus, she stalls until she passes as graceful but zeus knows she can't settle only lounge on her six-foot teddy bear another birthday gift, another admirer who isn't a secret as much as forgotten (i almost forgot her, once)
i witness the men on the moon march through that war on mars, then straight into a venus fly trap goodhearted guys, who could feed her the nile from a golden spoon, who would lasso stars and conquer nations at her whim become tumbleweeds by the dozens, who have offered that girl everything begged her for the pleasure of ensuring she never wants for a ****** thing but what's it worth when all she wants is nothing? (i kept my distance from the infection, once)
she's the one who left her virtue in the circus her victims in love her past, inside plexiglass mirrors her mother intoxicated her father in the ground her car crashed into a tree but she's not complaining she's just calling life as it happens to waste her