The tub is warm, her veins are cold
The water’s high, her heart rate low.
She’s reach Venus with one more hit
She’ll reach Mars with one more dip.
Little girl, pretty girl, tired girl
Lucid world, broken world, spinning world.
Honey on bread, drip, drip
Paint on walls, strip, strip.
TV static blaring loud
Blanket on face, muffled sound.
Fluorescent lighting buzzing – strung out
Pen ink scratches – words crossed down.
Red lipstick writing on the walls
Black eye, broken ribs, shriveled balls.
Clenched fists, memories erased,
Wipe that grin from your mother’s face
Put your pain inside her brain
Cry until your eyes make rain.
Bread soaked honey, drip, drip
Walls peeling paint, strip, strip.
She’ll reach Venus, give her one more hit
She’ll reach Mars, give her one more dip.