scorpio i think i have spent a lot of my life trying to be nice. that's what you do, when you're socialized as a girl, right? "sugar and spice and everything nice." but i am, in fact, not nice. not nice at all. sometimes when i think about your face i want to smash my fist through it. i feel a hate so sharp and clear, like a perfect quartz point. i would wear brass knuckles with quartz points just to sink them right into your third eye. you have everyone else convinced, with your yoga practice and journaling and calming crystals, but you're still the cunt who left a dying man and your closest friend for pussy and cocaine. |