Gloss

Carnivores, animals chewing on long dead tendons.
Is your hair in place?
Is your math making sense?

Beat them down now, here's your chance.
Mouth the stampede and mount your disgusting birds.
Shallow wings make for deep dives and you're headed underneath.
I've always found choking efficient anyway.

There's black moss on your white teeth Miss Vanity.
Tell us where the dirt ends: we're falling off your pages.
She is queen in your hearts so God Save the Queen.
Does your throat hurt yet?

"You'd look better with a bleeding face to go with that broken back."
The phones are ringing, and I'm not picking up.

"Come with me and drown in vomit and hair spray."
I"m considered obsolete, I"m not your story.

Beauty is a lost cause.
You're just a loud noise.

The night sky has never been more repulsive.