Six Foot Audition
Infamous girl
you sank to a grave dug with a silver spoon
infamous girl
you drag your dress across an ill fated field lit by the moon
Lure you, comfort you, f-ck you, toss you
put this cycle on repeat, spin in your own spit
This is a damning of the innocent hearts turned noir
Bang out of your intentions, or what’s left of them anyway
The music thumps in corridors made by the misfits who mishandle your direction
Your phoenix rose into this glorious infection
Infamous girl
you rang the bells at your own funeral
the parlor was set, the flowers arranged, but everyone showed up in white
They smiled at the tint of your skin
they reveled in the story of your sin
No one talks about the whore after she’s been buried underneath
six feet of earth and concrete
They remember the scabs and fancy footwork you used to get there
The past has been erased, the bobby pins and the pigtails in your hair
The past has been deleted for knee high boots slouched against a strangers chair
the blips of actions before you ceased are the talk of the town
of why you aren’t spreading your filth since you’re resting in the ground
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