i'm god's perfect distraction, turning men to mice and mice to monsters in the blink of an eye. i taste like hard candy and liqour, like dark pink and violent red. skin soft as peach fuzz and twice as sweet; bite me and lick me off your lips. the sugar in my throat is making me choke but it's alright because you've always liked to hear me struggle. i've always loved the color purple, but the bruises you leave on me are prettier than anything ive ever seen before.
watch heads turn to meet my gaze, the sound of heels against the marble floor screaming louder than any kind of siren.
i want to kiss one hundred boys. i want to devour each and every one of them. i want to walk with the word slut carved into my chest, i want to use boys like they've used me. i'll flutter my eyelashes and giggle and stick my hand right down his throat and rip out his heart. i wear my body with pride, a lethal sense of flesh and bone and heavenly light keeps me on my mission. kiss me, touch me, take me.
