My Twisted Cupid

Emma Steiler

You kissed me, let my fog roll over you,

Put your soft, classic cherry chapstick mouth On my dried-out, thirsting and blood stained lips

My callused hands on your fairytale cheeks Your hands in my unwashed, dry-shampooed hair

Mine snaking ‘round your neck, your pretty neck Yours pulling me all the way into you—

But there’s still hopeless and forlorn distance Try to reach inside me but you pass through

Searching my corpse for something you won’t find

I know I could tell you, but it feels nice

To have you think there’s any worth digging, Have you think I have something to offer

You, sweet tooth and licorice-sugared tongue Me, cigarette-stained teeth and cottonmouth—

An uncouth collision of tongues’ taste buds Everything in me is telling you stop

Stop before I make you regret it, please Babe, you’re biting off more than you can chew

In that pretty mouth—you’re going to choke

You take garment after garment off me

But I’m wearing layers, frustrating you, You’re trying but you can’t strip me naked

Although I appreciate your effort And you look cute rouge and flustered like that

When you give up and slump down to the floor I don’t blame you, decide not to join you,

Because I don’t want to see your hot tears— Pussy fairies aren’t ever supposed to cry

But they’re no match against a girl like me

Emma, baby, please—sweet girl, there’s no use Butterflies perish when they fondle me I’m a glow stick, just light up in the dark You stick me in the freezer overnight, Try to make the fluorescent magic last, Try to slow the chemical reaction, Sorry my luminousness never lasts All I am is miserable pleasure, A transitory change in the seasons And next time you’ll choose to chew broken glass.