it’s self-flagellation season
the cards are saying
it’s a great time to fall in love
& use it as a whip
as a preventative measure
against uglier forms of pain
the stars predict grief
the stars predict numbness & anhedonia
the stars predict trauma fallout
but i can cross them,
i’m a scorpio
i’m growing out my hair
so someone can pull it
& i’m keeping my nails long
to dig them into skin
& i bought whitening toothpaste
the better to bite you with my dear
& i’m wearing red lipstick out
so i can leave a mark to fade
shit yeah baby
the name of this perfume
is Desperation
come over here &
huff my neck
i bet you
get at least a little
high
mattress dungeon 