i even bottle 'bottling it'.
i have a hot touch and city rush.
fingertips on swollen lips - don't make a sound.
we're the kids made of sweat and heavy breaths.
car seats and headboard creaks.
rated PG 13.
we're high on that sugar rush, or blood lust.
plastic vampire teeth in napes of necks.
role play.
downing vodka but tasting bleach
maybe it's time we cut back on the speeches.
monologues and soliloquies.
we're all (oxy)morons.
newspaper print circumscribed on palms.
tiara's make princesses.
white steads make princes.
chain mail won't protect you anymore than this will.
