Glitter on my tongue, neon in my veins,
vomit sweet as sugar in the subway drains.
Pink razors dance on a limbo screen,
I kiss the ghost of a broken machine.
Dive bars bloom like tumors in the midnight rain,
I wear my heart in a plastic chain.
Blink once—angels drown; blink twice—hell is warm,
I’m the sparkle in the gutter, the glitch in your form.