a girl is a gun

ironic fascism
eating disorders
burning sand paper
on the inside of your
throat 
pink acetone
to wash away
all the memories
of run away cars
and the boys inside
run away cars
and the boys inside
the crowded rooms
of danger and blood
love stains
ironic anorexia
as a joke to the world
with his ironic rape
apologia
as a joke to the world
chug your roomates wine
and wear her dresses
the knife is
smothering my cheek 
does it help? yes.
Is it harder to breath? yes.
use  your silk against me
I will never forget you
or the taste of your
hair and your spit