a little poem.

[yshapedincision]

stick out those impurities, girl;
those smiles of yours aren't so deceiving.
your true colors blind those who see them
not from beauty
but from a backstab:
white.
flaming. white.
scarred. flaming. piercing.
white.
flame.
feel those veins of mine pump that serum
where the love for you no longer
stains
thrown away
like the body does.
damn, sister, it does a good job
keep going.

stick out those impurities, girl.
treat me no longer with a sense of the past
death to the emotions
bland.
bleak.
white. piercing.
flaming.
fucking white.
blinding.
damn, sister, it does a good job.
lets roll, girl.
roll on.
beep beep
fuck you.