TheFeatheredSleep – Faces of girls
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Good girls don’t spill the skinny
spit, instead of swallow
extinction demands a pound of flesh
leap from windows, arms akimbo, preferring air to cubicle hollow
good girls don’t defecate, chew with mouth open, scratch, pick, pull apart
rotting articulate
good girls make breakfast constipated, and suck your morning off just right, handing you the Listerine
good girls pretend tight jeans are comfy, Baise-moi against a public lavatory is joy, and you look tasty at 6am
good girls close the door when you leave for work and remove their good faces
unravel the facade like a guerilla loads guns
hiding disappointment along with amphetamine trace
a sound like the whisper before fire starts
A last look around your voided heart
that’s where I marked the days with ink
that’s where I lost a virgin’s dream
he’s you and he’s me and he’s the girl…
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