NoAmare

gas station princess         in chipped orange nail polish with bleeding knees &                 no place to call home- you’re dripping mascara like                forsaken eyelash wishes  staring into the horizon nostalgic       your smiles laced with sadness pretty girl in golden armour, you took      shears to your fern hair and went chop chop chop        you locked yourself in bathrooms &                   turned all the lights off you’re an endangered species,             but you’re nothing if not endurant; diamonds shine through gutter grills and      some sorts of beautiful