things are well, miss lowlight

you forgot to foretell and therefore wore the wrong pinefore
you're ugly anyway and yes, the fever will draw your skin tight
you're funny when you panic
and there is no reason- what's done is done

nothing would have happened in this valley anyway
god tells me things about your life for some fucked up reason
so remember that my words mean nothing

your bruise told all of us of the nature within us
no matter the white linen and perfume
you paid with your body and rot for the rest of us

afterward, mother scolded me for speaking about nature
i broke your perfume bottle to prevent a housefire
i drempt of an afternoon in which you forgive her
somehow my hatred scarred your pretty face



p.s. no i did not burn her face. i broke the perfume bottle over it in order to avoid the inevitability of making an iud out of the bottle and consequently burning down my mother's house.