soap / RevengeParty

bruises on her thighs glisten in the wet and warm. (rose or strawberry?) is loveliest of them all. she dresses herself in heartbreak and blood clots, in all the colors of desire. chemistry clocking overtime, maybe bleach will make her clean. stop the clock on age, because wrinkles are ugliness, says the girl. if i could be frozen in youth, i would be beautiful forever- canonize me and make me holy like the sphinx. do you agree, darling? i think it could be in softer colors, dearest, bloodstains come out pink in the ice, beautiful and innocent. our shared grave will be the altar to the feminine divine they robbed us of.