foreclosure of fae girlz

chapstick on fingertips to lips

tiny girls smearing big words across needy nelgected bloody lips they need some chapstick or just some fucking attention for more than a minute because the mirror isn't kind maybe I'm not kind, put you in a pretty glass of who you used to be and can never be again add water and flowers and you sit on the table dying to be beautiful.

new flowers next week, never fresh enough.