He waits until she’s asleep to begin.
My hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.
Why did you write your number on a bathroom wall?
We know better.
I’m allergic to purple and terrifying to Virgos.
Lucy’s pretending she’s not on fire.
For one red moment she thinks she might kick the door in.
I listen to his stories, and pretend that I won’t become one of them.
My scales would be ruby and gold.
Never let them between you and the door.
How about some bones of bastards to sharpen your fangs on?
I don’t remember you.
I saw written on my palm One word
Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.
I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
I almost touched someone todayAlmost
The rain on his belly tastes hot and sweet and you keep drinking
I smoulder when placed in front of windows
She’d eaten all the vowels, but everyone knows they’re the most delicious.
brush my hair aside& read the stories in my bones