Worth and write and wrong [you are]
Feeling the lack of substance again, my conversations swell and peak, though. And sure, whatever rage I feel is potent and transparent [think musk perfume, on the corners of my lips and eyes]. Smothering my smile in mercury, my liquid, metallic words.
Deceive and delight.
Did you think I would let you observe the disease of sorrow render me sullen and sultry? Red-eyed and blue lipped? Hah. I have something on the horizon I am fast approaching. What the fuck do you have.
Passion is back, I see.
Spit my silvery sentences in your general direction. Let a slip of wind carress them, place them on the outlines of your ears. Feel satisfied and lust-worthy and hunger stopped in its tracks and I shot it straight between the eyes. That’s what you get, I am the ultimate marksman. You’ll see. Oh, OH! You’ll fucking watch what you have involuntarily invoked.
I’m not going to mutter I don’t mind. Call I don’t care. It’s plain to see I do, of course. But what you ruined is growing motivation from its dust-streaked loins. Loins. Hah. Suiting my hair colour. All the bitter little girls come out to play, and it’s not my job to watch for their juvenile trippings. I am just so much smarter than all of them.
I have grace and poise and curves that will whisper the name of men and women. This is just waiting, patiently twiddling its thumbs. Painted nails. Not for your skin.
I am not sad. You poor, poor STUPID females. Say what you like out of jealousy. I have more fragrance in my soul than all the whatever you slather on your heinous wrists and necklines.
Thank-you appetite for departing. And THANK YOU for gifting me self-respect in a smashed and filthy box. You idiot.
I sneer beautifully, even. And I can walk in the shoes you stumble in. Your voice, childish, smashing things over in my head. I just can’t compute how much I have on you.
And fuck you, too.
Waste of space. You know who you are. And if you don’t, I don’t fucking care. You’ll never learn.
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FUCK OH MY GOSH WHERE THE FUCK HAS ALL THIS DELICIOUS RAGE COME FROM.