Three Pins and a Twist

I hated that jacket 

Black curls and ruffled cords

You wore it, rain or shine, like a badge

It always said look at me! look at me!

So on trend but painfully faux nu goth

You wore it that night we fell deeper

Into this chasm of faultily tripped motion sensors

I didn’t know that everything was just being set off

By the clouds of vapor from your clunky rigs

So when you took my hand you said you’d change my world

Fed me nothing but sour candies and smoke rings

I thought maybe I could thrive in the outskirts of your atmosphere

And I wanted so desperately to drink your brew

Herbal tea and brown sugar and fruited nicotine

It seeped out of your pores after months of mutation

Making you smell sweet one moment and spoiled the next

And you thought you could cover it with sparkling pomegranate

Trying to silently hide the stench of fermentation

To keep me just within arm’s reach, forever sporting a doe-eyed grin

Even though you’d grown to make my skin boil

If only you ‘d have listened you could’ve known

I’m allergic to pomegranate

And that fucking jacket

Flash Issue 9