I used to be able to wrap you in my golden chains
And squeeze gently to give you a
You had not felt the tips of my red polished claws then.
We were two apprehensive and beautiful persons.
Something happened when I dropped the ink to the page
And splattered a little on my white denim.
What happens to beautiful women when they become
Catty jokes become arguments and flirtatious jealousy
Becomes a war crime.
The deep and polished voice of our first date
Is now a rustic and traditional Psycho scream.
And then silence.
Hearts pounded for our sisters fighting wars
And now they beat louder and louder
When it’s late and our phones are quiet.
Because we don’t know if that’s a sister or a fish
And if we were a cat or a mouse running the whole time.
I crave glittering diamonds next to a glass of whiskey
And I’m afraid of being a set of pearls.
When I wear my gold chains remember that I still carry
The venom in my kisses.
And when I scratch your back in ecstasy,
I am not the girl crying in the night.