It Girl,
Pierced clit girl,
Stoned as a jaywalking crow
With bluebottles for eyes.
I can see your billion goosebumps,
Your skin dragging at
Your perfume.
You’re not beautiful,
But girl –
You
Are
It.
It Girl,
Pierced clit girl,
Stoned as a jaywalking crow
With bluebottles for eyes.
I can see your billion goosebumps,
Your skin dragging at
Your perfume.
You’re not beautiful,
But girl –
You
Are
It.
Mareship 
Wow.
And wowouch — even just the thought of the 2nd line wants me to put on 5 chastity belts and lock myself in the bathroom bent over double to protect myself from anyone with a piercing gun. *fingers in ears singing lalalala*
I misread your comment as *fingers in ears singing labialabia* (which is the new Robin Thicke song, I think…) x
oh no!