(CHORUS:) we are the newly rich & spoiled.
we dry bloodstains with hundred dollar bills & burn them after. /
we pour white wine in our bathtubs to hide the bodies rotting under. /
we spray their blood on our faces & pretend it’s rosewater. /
we are nouveaux riches, we are pourris gâtés,
& impossible to please.
( S W E E T D E C A D E N C E ) : a chapbook of 9 poems about how easily one falls into decadence, rot & corruption.