She walks onto the dance floor,
all of shimmery lips, and batting...

You say
I make you fall in love with words...

She pulls off her shirt,
forgetting to look for the bruises...

You're so pretty
dripped in peroxide...

We're sitting beneath the red plastic slide,
watching and running from the rain that is...

Will you venture out now?
This sugar-coated poison has lost its kick...

She pulls out the eraser
and the paper...

Our faces draw closer
to the mirror...

Pearly, iridescent, cascading tears
are trailing down porcelain doll faces...

She's barely a girl,
just a pretty thing with big blue eyes...

The light reflects off the
pieces of my...

Rainy days and car trips.
Drops on the window...