Hot Water
Blood.
all of you plain janes,
with your Adonis boyfriends
and gloosy lips
smile. laugh. gossip. shop.
Look. Over here at me.
and gasp at my nerve
(how dare she wear short sleeves
when her wrists are all bloody??)
you think
im all about hair dye
and wonder "who’s d*ck did she suck last night?"
but hey i dont suck
but you say "Ohmigod, she cuts her wrists!"
Yes.
and the blood that
flows
and the scar that
remains
is prettier than your shiny blond hair.
© Jessica