sweet meat

good dolls are brim full,
ice water skin full,
goosebumps and drop calls,
are correlating to stall...

all the breaths in my lungs,
the words they would form,
ice water wears me,
you're saccharine and dull.

i cut myself shaving,
but the bloodlust was small,
i didn't need sympathy,
no, not at all.