The Next Girl

I have razors in my fingernails and lips like an open wound

You’ve gotta love me--I’m as pretty as the next girl

I have fresh eyes of midnight bliss and hair of burnt seaweed

You’ve gotta hate me--I’m as deadly as the next girl

I bleed clear fluid from my pores and scream at the moon

You’ve gotta kiss me--I’ll suck your very soul

I have a heart of blackened flesh and spit nails from my silver tongue

You’ve gotta kill me--I’m a ranting beauty

Why can’t you all see, I’m just as pretty as the next girl

I burn with hatred and love in equal measure

You’ve gotta destroy me, I’m as evil as the next girl

I wrap myself in the glamour of despair, cutting my wrists to spite my body

You’ve gotta worship me, I’m as holy as the next girl

I have a cold reptilian stare framed with wide spidersilk lashes

You’ve gotta fear me, I’m as hungry as the next girl

I crack your bones with my smile of icy promise

Why don’t you love me, I’m just as crazy as the next girl

I pull Medusa out of my skin and tear at clotted flesh

You’ve gotta wish on me, I’m as cosmic as the next girl

I feast on rotting wine that rushes through my blood

You’ve gotta scar me, I’m as helpless as the next girl

I collapse shriveled on the floor, forsaken and alone

You’ve gotta warn me, I’m as oblivious as the next girl

I’m pinned to the ground in a frenzy, gasping for air

You’ve gotta free me, I’m as broken as the next girl

I have ugly skinny features that break like glass at your touch

Why don’t you go away, I’m just here until the next girl.