She Wants Revenge makes me dance—but in a super fun and sinister, drinking grape juice pretending it‘s blood, feeling like I’m in a Jim Jarmusch film kind of way.
navy blue
nice white laces
double cushions
leave no traces
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trek downhill
hold the dolly still
now push it forth
now pull back more
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step through gravel
step through mud
kick up leaves
pick up dust
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it splattered across my face
my lace —
untie
pull the strings
through my eyes
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scrub me
’til my skin’s like new
step on me
just like…
achoo
i tend to save my good underwear for special days and parties and first dates. i also tend to save my stickers and expensive perfume and contact lenses for the same reason. but regular days deserve to feel good too
