You can see little beads of powder
In the crevice where her nose meets her face
Fixate on this, bitch! It screams at you
And you think yes
Because that is a warm bath
Not the cold of realising
That people think that the thing that you did in a moment is you altogether, all the time.
Briefly
You’re thinking now
How difficult easy would it be to
Slip off the tuxedo, leap the railing
And drag yourself under
Before they can do it for you.
Stef Is Writing 