like you imagined

girls

Girls are cruel

And underneath even the most trim and clean fingernails

are claws

Long, rigid, splintery claws

That make sparks when dragged against metal.

And they’ll tear you apart

They don’t mind if you bleed

Heavy and gushing

While you take short breaths to try and stay conscious

They like blood

They like the way it smells

Metallic.

They are in it for them.

Them alone

And it doesn’t matter if you’re smart

Or skinny

Or pretty

Or ugly

Or funny

Or cute

Or fat

Or anything

They

Will

Tear

You

Apart.