You're looking down on your Constellations
Your glitter web sequins
Plastic hearts with
plastic mirrored souls
Hard-rock-star-light suicide dust;
Shut me up with your Whores
you know how to silence me.
Fall under me
My bruises glowed neon
when I could feel
my heart breaks in yours
and time will tell
how many stitches
before bed; but
we can never end
...not with the damage you've done.