half woman

A glimpse of you inspires conspiracy

I’m sure you came here with the intent to make me fall, drag me to sea

You, baby, spit acid and it melts the barrel shut

the bullet tries to leave but it just blows me back off my feet

you wipe the gun powder off my cheek and lick the tear, to dose the salt you seek

Dragging that body out on the sand

You are a spectacle at best 

and at worst you’re my best bet

-Tyra