Checked Out

Little black dress,
new bag,
bee-stung lips.

Perfect French nails,
blow out,
Fuck Me heels.

To die for--
she got that look
to die for, girl.

I saw her kiss another girl--
total dyke.
Lookit that Barbie girl--
not dyke enough.

To die for--
she got that look
to die for, girl.

I saw her kiss a guy--
makes my skin crawl.
Maybe she not a wise enough girl--
maybe she not a girl at all.

To die for--
she got that look
to die for, girl.

Torn black dress,
empty bag,
split-open lip.

Broken off nails,
she bleed out,
how's that feel?

To die for--
she got that look
to die for, girl.
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written for my new feature "Fireblossom Fridays" at The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
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