A poem about me…(Grim)

“Grim”

A girl with marks on her arms

fiery red hair

and maddening charm

a girl who’s name is the night

pink and white flesh

rapist’s delight

a girl with eyes that scream

bony curves

making windows steam

words drip from her lips like blood

blind confidence, boot bottoms soaked in mud

frail fingers caress faces unknown

while high school slutts’ boyfriends get blown

lips pursed for constant kisses

for death is all she wishes

all the people she holds to her

she would gladly drown

the more lovers she achieves

she is always alone