don't speak to me don't be polite to me

your fucking smile conceals your violence

its no longer private - our bodies for sale

you think we don't know what's going on here?

how do we fit into this?

i saw her face falling onto the floor

a magazine, to fool men into wanting more

a neverending cycle of pit stop love and confusion is pure

joy for capitalists

they know your scent, they've planned everything out

a haunted house with a vile bubbly soundtrack

snap snap

beauty is defined by people with a need to scare and manipulate

her body is formed as a commodity

a pricetag? this person is not property

her body for sale

the right time

they know when to strike

how do we fit into this?