we are
cruel girls, cutting
you open with our eyes,
our lips red (from lipstick or blood?)
and full—the kind of lips
you dream about
all night.
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no woman's land
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PRETTY/CRUEL
we are
cruel girls, cutting
you open with our eyes,
our lips red (from lipstick or blood?)
and full—the kind of lips
you dream about
all night.