Selling out in a waste land of neon
Echoing across the pavement.
Hollering from the 3rd floor apartments
reflects through the alleys.
The tar between her lips
Falls beneath the hell of a stranger.
A broken jaw, still dangling,
Masked by a vile
Of Tylenol.
The duct tape holds you in place,
to look unnaturally beautiful
For your next boyfriend.
