hello, sunshine.

hello, sunshine.
by diy danna
hello, sunshine.
your carcinogenic smile rays
beam on my weak stomach.
i look up to the ceiling with a faulty leak
for that cold comfort
in fat drips that drops
egret and rejection notices –
the end of our conversation.
i want to fuck you,
not marry you, sunshine.
so stop smiling at me
with the desperate mouth
of a womanchild,
and come inside my mouth
with your razor tongue
and make me a mute.

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