Pretty tops
And trackie bottoms
The girls all got their
Lashes done
Long nails
Pigtails
I wonder where
That stain’s come from
There’s big pupils
Behind the wings
And the beat is heavy
On the song
“What is it,” she asks
Her mates
“That feels so good about
Doing wrong?”
They all nod
Their sweating necks
Know exactly
Where she’s coming from
Before they know it
The night’s dead
It’s home time
And the trek is long
Main cargo
Empty sachet
Raving heart
And head in thong
Feels only five minutes
Since that drop
Now keys fit lock
But all gaps
Map powder on
The stain’s grown
She’s finally home
All that swearing down’s
Made her tongue
Feel wrong
Cos the bad bits
Of all that doing it
Have finally come
And stopped that sweet
Sweet song
The stain gets deeper
Purely filthy
Turned a murky green
From its adolescent milky
Her gums so scarred
They’re just silky
No more mornings
Of blisters screaming
“Pick me”
It’s the same tracksuit bottoms
And the same old crowd
Days are quiet
And the nights are loud
She shouts over the speakers
“Search and you’ll be found”
But the decibels of her mumble
Flutter to the ground
And no one hears her sound
No one in the smoking area
Cares for her sermons
Speeches and preaches
As she’s slurring
Laughs to herself
Says “the tables keep turning”
But a DJ deck
Ain’t a step to a calorie
Worth burning
Been here every weekend
Since earning ID
“Think this club was your birthplace”
“Yeah it might be”
Takes a toke, feels broke
But, as always, it’s
“Only slightly”
Now the stain touches skin
Just like anyone who’ll give
“If you wanna know about life
Come to me and you’ll live”
The club’s old news
And the dance floor has dried
Skives in the living room
With smokey eyes
Cries on the kitchen tiles
Vile with her markings
Picks at the stain
Little darkling
But these crystals
Just keep sparkling
And them little encouragers
Stay barking
“Binges need purge
It’s Yin and Yang
It’s science
So to have any peace
Means you need
To have violence
And to really enjoy the beat
You need to embrace the silence”
The flat says quiet
And her body stays pounding
In that cubby is exactly
Where she found him
But he dissolved as quick
As the sugar she swallows
“No one, not one of us
Is promised tomorrow”
She itches, she scratches
And the prophecies follow
Roots through the past
Finds an image of her at the start
In some pretty top that she borrowed
The stain is black now
Woolly and rotten
The makeup, the glitter
The body, have all been forgotten
Spent forever trying to catch up
To top them
But they never had her reasons
And who’s she to stop them
Can’t remember start of sentence
Let alone wisdom
Mumbles and stumbles
Herself to the kitchen
Feels lights bite
Like she lit them
“I want to be a girl again
Feel everything brand new
I want to feel like mine again
Not ran through”
Starts carving and cutting
And slicing the stain
Digs deeper and darker
And drains
Outpours this clawing creature
Big, sick and strange
So excited to be
Freed from its cage
Her frame slumps onto knees
Like she’s gonna pray
But all she manages to say
Is “please stay”
Because she knows
As she goes
She’s nothing
Without
The Stain.
By Lyric Deep.
Dearest Ava,
Can I reach 👼you this way❓❣️❓
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