i hate red lipstick

Greasy-faced prostitute 

Child bride 18 

Plucking daisies and eyebrows 

You’ve been dead to me 

Only my hatred 

Lets me know that you still breathe 

Only a piercing ache 

Suffocating me like your 

Jungle red claws 

Lets me know that I still breathe 

You’re no purity not even milk 

And you are so undeniably pathetic

You don’t deserve my vomit girl poetry 

And my hatred is way too good 

To waste on a plastic being 

I’d turn off the machine

I’d bomb you

I’d immolate me 

Don’t show your Xerox face 

In my room ever again