these words mean nothing without you to say "will you please speak like a lady?" and i probably would if i could, [but your silence is like an unfamiliar hand pressed closely against my marmoreal skin leaving nothing] but mouth-shaped bruises on my thighs and questions on my tongue and unaddressed letters on my bedside table
kind of connected to your greedy metal mouth, i don't know. this doesn't sound as good as I wish it did.