a mushroom cloud forms from her lips
filigree from her fingertips
a smile with everything to hide
a past of questions
and of whys
but you know she's never there
feeling the empty burning stare
hold her down and fill her up
all she's good for is a fuck
but the dirty words that escape her mouth
aren't really what she wants to shout
"fuck me," as her face turns blue
but she really meant, "fuck you"
