I don’t want to be that Ophelia bitch. I want to be pink satin sheets, in bed with hound dogs, hair spread high, lighting the fuckin pillows on fire.
instead I’m that watery witch. drowning, frozen under ice. And I hate those goddamn flowers. wet, wicked weeds in my swamp death
lesley arfin thin, grown up linen white, hands unchewed, words unslurred, a simple girl, a time LORD, beach kissed, in your room, TIGER LILY, a poet?
you are 16 they are nice some guy dared you you love them courtney did it it’s hot out it’s a nude beach it’s a sauna guys can do it attention you’re a slut you’re madonna this is foreplay you don’t care bras are boring you’re a virgin he wants it he can’t look at you