The girl showed her fangs, most when alone
Her nails grew bigger, clear and they’re cold;
She showed her fangs when she got him alone
Clawing at skin; she’s ice and she’s cold
Showed her his doors and how they won’t close
Inside the living; curtains and carpets stained with cologne.
Epoxy the vase, stuck on the phone
Shirt into shreds, tomorrow: alone,
She tried to call, then she was gone
He tried to run, and she ran along
She told him, “okay, go”
Fell flat on his back
“riches will do that”
She likes his cologne.
She hated his Chevy
She laid in his Chevy
He paid for his Chevy in cash alone
The road’s getting narrow; “do not drive” and he drove
“Stop” looks like “go” and he crashed in a rage
The hood is on fire, the night became lighter
But feeling the heat was like feeling okay.
Get home by five, and call it a day
The way the world sent him with speed, like a race
He knows there’s no cake at the end, it’s okay
He knows there’s no end at the end, it’s okay.
He just woke up from the crash in a wake
Decipher the soul and the mind through his face
The colors in blisters, collateral thoughts
They flew through her eyes and they came out opaque.
The windshield was shattered and not like it mattered
Family won’t find him; he hid in a lake
He could not get out; one imagined a pool
The surface was frozen, he could not escape.
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