there's weeds winding up her wrists 
and the vines of ivy have grown high,
high up her thighs
where black and cream mingle
not sweet enough for envyline
there's a ghost in her bed
and she made friends 
with the spirit of her moon sister
pay no mind to her
bitter envyline is just
what a little to take
a little too much
simply just stardust
in her galaxy of eyes
between her thighs
she's been tarnished
daddy's baby, dollface, honey
getting around with no money
collecting hearts like butterflies
tear off the wings
save them in a jar
sow them together again 
her cherry pies
like those cosmic eyes
draw you in with a little tornado
a little spark of volcano
before she melts beneath you
daddy can taste it on her tongue
she's been seeing someone