killing girls quickly, that’s ur kink
u love the smell of it
flowers placed in my infant hands

why don’t u talk to my dog
i knew u were evil then
sweaty rot down my back
leftover from where u touched me

in the corner of my eye at my local FoodLion
tracking the scent of my ovulation
u follow me, i’m only a damsel
spit pooling on ur lip
still hungry i’ve already fed u

don’t touch me
u texted me “<3”
that’s when ur ***** started showing
i’m pretending to b happy
covering my needy mouth

claiming i love it when the red water comes out
connecting the cuts that you’ve drawn
u say “ily” to my cvs-stained face
but u still use ur tongue
to cut slits in my body
it hurts but u think i invite the feeling
you’re feeding me poison words
i don’t like the taste of it
i never feed you because i’m already leaking
redness dripping
the water is warm so i think of summer
i fake smile to myself