She says she’s The Prophet
And has a gothic cross tattooed on her hip
She calls herself Saturnalia
She loves the way it rolls off the tongue
She lives in a car that falls apart every five miles
And preaches to the ducks in the pond
(They’re the best listeners)
She feels bad because they’re not as beautiful as the swan
And loves them even more for that
She smokes like a chimney and shuns fruit
Like vegans avoid eggs
She screams along with Simon and Garfunkel
And hums to Metallica
At night we sleep beside each other on the suede seats
Squashed against the car doors with the seat belt latch digging into my spine
Every time I ask her about the invisible scars on her arms
She dumps her cold coffee on my head
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Written June 20th, 2006
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"She smokes like a chimny and shuns fruit/ Like vegans avoid eggs" I really like this similie. Good job.
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