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Ceramic smiles,
Stupid ceramic smiles,
Filling stupid ceramic bathroom walls.
Tiles lined up like teeth.
Lemonade words spit in lime colored ways,
Across an ocean of tiles and walls.
And sometimes the bathroom walls sing melodies.
When the ceramic knife is too dull to make the cut.
When the lighter runs out of fuel.
Sometimes,
Your hair gets knotted,
Tied together,
Anchoring you like a rowdy boat
Strung closely to the dock.
Keeps the boat from growing legs, you know?
Keeps the boat from walking away,
Keeps your head in the right place.
Maybe wrong times,
But nobody ever had to know about that.
Stupid plastic smiles
And too many plastic 'I love yous' to care about the meaning of the words anymore.
It stops being about the blood,
Starts wondering what the hell is going on
It starts being about the reminder of the blood.
What it's for.
Who cares if you bleed
Just another maxed out credit card,
Flushed down the toilet.
Just another fifty dollar bill stuffed into another bra.
"Dance some more, baby!"
"Do that thing with your hips, baby!"
"Smile some more, baby!"
"Earn your keep, you disgrace!"
Neverending 'care' from people that don't,
Neverending fake from people who are.
"What, can't keep your dog on a leash tight enough?"
It's insulting to think more of yourself, than a dog.
A leash,
Just another name for a noose,
If you tilt your head and choke a little.
They say that better days are coming
Preach it like rain.
Spit lemonade words full of watermelon seeds,
Bursting with lies.
Lie after lie
No lie is white,
But the piece I carry comes with an ivory grip.
Lost too many times on the side of busy street.
You would have thought broad daylight would have been a safe enough space.
Not perfect,
But at least not hidden.
Too tight pants
Yell some too tight vocabulary.
Vomit up something that sounds like ceramic and blood,
Maybe some people shouldn't eat glass for breakfast.
Ceramic smiles and plastic cheeks
And I still can't get away from my own head long enough for the fireball and THC to numb the thoughts.
Maybe sometimes, it's call 'small talk,'
Because those with big mouths don't want you to see
That they will swallow you up and spit you back out.
Like lemonade words
And bloody back molars.
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