Satan Wears a Bra

written by Chelsea Rozario

Find comfort in disquiet, in mould in humid bathrooms, the mayhem of broken noses and crushed aglets d r a g g i n g on concrete— caked in chewed spearmint gum.

You are an observer of calloused hands on brass strings Crimson plastic, nostrils pierced in backyards, Running in on platform shoes (just give us a clue). Eardrums crackle and then they burst.

Drink vanilla cough syrup. It will burn like scraped knees . Longing does not leave and you will not be free. Rip off rose tinted band-aids along with some dignity.

You are soft like petrichor, homegrown hydrangeas. You will crave more

more more. Until the only thing left for you is an overfilled ashtray and a tiled bathroom floor.