Don’t hold me back or hold me down.
Just hold me.
I am too wrapped in barbed-wire to be hugged. My spittle and blood are heavily acidic, like they’re trying to burn their way out of my flesh and through the hull of a spaceship.
Everything about me is caustic and cruel. Especially my hair.
I want to tell you something that ruins your world. I want to rain all over your parade until the gutters are overflowing with glitter.
We’ll break you open like you’re full of candy. We’ll peel back the layers of your onion skins, and deep fry the rest after you’ve all been dipped in batter.
I need a smoke. Not a cigarette. I need a smoke, and a spark, and enough fire to burn this whole town down to cinders.
I just need,