Become war with everyone, needle in your bloodstream, she'll rot your organs, make you shiver and shake, hold your children's hands as you die. Cut your teeth, waxen flowers from Heaven cover your eyes, dull ache in your rib cage.
She's leopard skin, Emily shadows forward and shadows lost, everything you think she is, your veins and lacerations open, look on the prey with pumpkin tooth grins, she'll give one to you, cut your teeth too, eleven needles in you, she decides, blade about the top of the skull, remove the scalp, put it upstairs, be weeping and mashing the teeth, a chrome highlight among the dying light, the prairie canary and plethora of icy petals, the whore-red town and all those pretty girls, show excitement, she likes that, cut your teeth tonight, she speaks softly, you listen, do what she says, an adolescent, vicious and mad, honest and loving, she chose your ears for a reason.