fragmentary feeling like broken glass
shattered scales and lonely hearts
something comes loose inside my mind
and poison spreads to blur my eyes

it's been eons since I was human
a little girl grew into an illusion
ghosts, shadows, and a drop of blood
as I **** the ones I used to love

a heart devoid; soul of ice
over the edge, did I fall or fly
well devils don't fly down the rabbit hole
and good girls don't sell their souls.

*© Tara India.