Now whenever she comes by,
It's always reminiscent of some dame
Just leaving flowers on a grave
I bet she's got a tattoo
On her left thigh--
In bold Times New Roman font:
NO ONE EVER NOTICED.

Yeah, she snuck that in there
Would you care if she was empty?

Eternities of silence made the chip on her shoulder
The sour bite to her speech, the scar on her liver
Cartoon angels with giant *****
Etched into her cranial wall
Familiar faces, ****** up constellations
Of ****
Thigh-high
Fishnets

And the bricks between us resonate her moan.

At least she's not alone.

And she's stabbing her lover to death in the next room.

...That ***** knows how to moan.