Girls are cruel
And underneath even the most trim and clean fingernails
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
They are in it for them.
And it doesn’t matter if you’re smart