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