Poetry Scrawled on a Wall Pt 2

kiss me in an elevator and i'll hit stop

stripes and leather

i fell in love on a Tuesday and broke my neck on a Wednesday

excuse me sir but i am not inventory at a pet store 

more tears have been flushed down this toilet than piss

wash my hands until they burn. until the filth is gone

distress

the room is spinning down the toilet bowl

i counted the scuff marks on the blue tiled floor: 32

i bet heels echo off these walls and bring down entire nations

oh what a damsel to be spending her years in here

chaos would be a cute name for a baby girl