A VIP Pass To a Vogue Fashion Show

standing, in an awkwardly chic manner,
all the while, my vital organs blending together
from this internal tornado.
it's thick, black puree leaks from the corners of my dirty mouth.

my tainted body, wastefully taking up space
on the other side of your bed.
your hands touch,
but i can't feel it beneath the crawling on my skin.

messily falling apart, at the tattered seams,
watching the blood splatter,
as it paints the linoleum below.

knees bent awkwardly,
as i pose for you, another false smile.

song lyrics frost these blue eyes,
gazing intensely back at you,
holding every tear pressing to fall.

My OCD mind,
spinning with every word you did or didn't say,
conjuring up reasons to leave....
reasons to stay.

standing, in an awkwardly chic manner,
all the while, my vital organs blending together,
from this internal tornado,
it's thick black puree leaks from the corners of my mouth.