red lipstick stains on wine glasses
whining in your half-lit empty dirty half-tended-to half-tormented middle class apartment
smells like a haunted (soul-devoted strangely charismatic funny tasting) house
smells like a haunted house lived in by
haunted by
my ebony marc chain faux fur coat
my chanel thights
my prada glasses
my marlot dior lipstick number unknown
scrawled on my mirror "bastard girl born from the sewerage" with it
i've built a cult
my cartier necklace screams i'm dull
i've built a cult
this girl's name is satan
everything i was has been aten
the missing commas are intended)
