Party Girls Aren’t Supposed to Hurt

By | 1 May 2021

so laugh
vibrate the walls with your sonic hysterics
skol

be the pulse of the celebration
ba-Boom ba-Boom ba-Boom
cheeehooo!
skol

drink big men under the table
last woman standing
she’s a bit of an alright, aye
skol

outwit gutter mouths in bawdy contests
burn their pitiful comebacks
bloody hardcase, that one
skol

swaying hips on the dance floor
attracts sleazy eyes
yo baby, grind this!
skol

become ‘best friends’ with intoxicated strangers
ladies’ loos congregation
I love you, sis!
skol

crazy, sexy, foolish kisses
tastes of Pall Mall lungs
What’s your name?
skol

dis-ease with your self
wasted on delusions
Dunno. What’s my name? hahaha
skol
skol
skol

blink

dodgy mouth grinds against yours
while his boys guffaw downstairs
blink

bling bling fingers
tearing tender insides
blink

his crucifix pendant swings above you
but you’re the one getting nailed
blink

bawdy brotherhood
burn you bloody
blink

your Hotown lipstick smeared
between their Brotown legs
blink

bile slimes down your chin
while gasping over shit-stained toilet bowl
blink

you’re a disease – a miserable waste of space
blink
look on the bright side – you found your name
blink
don’t fucking cry, you wanted a name
blink
nameless no more – SLUT is your name
blink
your name
Slut
Cunt
your name!
blink
blink

black

blank



Breathe

Party girls aren’t supposed to hurt.

Sun rises
again.
Vomit your sins
baptise your mouth with Listerine.
Scrub them off
your stained panties.
Slide on your shades,
hide the windows
to your shamed soul.
Breathe
Shoulders back
Breathe
Smile
Breathe
Play
the pretend game
again.

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