plesant as a peach
baby from the beach
not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes
little red rocket crusing down the street
the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting
sweaty and petty
quiet and steady
oh and how she didn't even realize they were gunshots at first.
glittery gooey blood bubbled on the sidewalk
little quiet huffs and puffs mubbled off her pink lips
everything stung like a bee
and when she looked at herself in her coffin
"rest in peace to my youth".