the devil is a girl with a razor tongue / and cheeks like raspberries bobbing in a bowl of cream / she's gotta smile that's charred around the edges / and eyes that are fixed on your throat / teeth that are always ready to sink themselves in / always ready to go for the kill
i hate her like i hate the scars on my thighs / or the painful memories that are always surfacing when you least expect them / she is the ugliest part of me / she built the ugliest parts of me
she is the devil / the kind you don't expect / not the kind you can pick out in a crowd / or the kind you can see coming from miles away / but the kind you don't recognize until her teeth are in your neck
