Walking down the street,
sometimes I wonder if a car will hit me:
shatter my jaw
command my eyes to tear, stream,
soak the street
in blood.
I’m told I look nice in a red dress.
Do I look inside out to you?
Cut open, peeled back,
glittering like carefully stitched sequins
like drops of blood
so precise and beautiful
One, two, three, drops and
I’m Snow White,
frail and fragile and
so fair
I could be a ghost.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think
Vampire
Too white to face the sun,
sparkly whites begging for blood
Just a taste… metallic
like a blade.
I could cut you with one
bat of my eyelashes,
watch you bleed like
that girl in the street,
breast torn from torso,
crystal tears lost in the crimson pool,
then drowned by the rain.
I open my umbrella and wait for the headlights.
They pass. I cross.
And I’m sure someone is drowning.
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