she’s a pretty woman
from the flyover states.
she’s a runaway bride
because she knows what it takes–
that julia smile with cavities
can’t be a sugar baby
without some casualties.
what a sweet melancholy,
laughing at your jokes.
spending your cash
while hoping you choke.
throwing down shots
cuz what’s a girl gonna do?
so many handbags.
and hotel rooms.
and lying.
and new grooms.
and keeping it complicated,
to make it less real.
living domesticated,
so she won’t have to feel.
a dead snow white
with no prince,
no real relationship
nothing since–
threatening her panic
with a bottle of xanax.
threatening her own life,
with a kitchen knife.
WHAT A THREAT.
“i’m just like you, alyssa”
what?
no.
“i’m hotter than you alyssa. deal with it.”
okay. i will.
“you’re fat, i’m not.”
what are you talking about?
“how fat and not hot you are compared to me.”
is that all you think about?
“what else is there?”
for starters you could stop being a moron.
“why are you such a bitch, alyssa?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
