Rated R Redux

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Emily O’Neill - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Rated R Redux

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after Rihanna This is the test, lighter held to a black guitar. Blister. My heart beating like fists on a car window. Posted in the back, jacket off, away from bright lights. I'm stupid, still love you, am a mad house of stolen doves & lost prayers. Microwave & metal, no brakes. Bathing in every kind of fire. You lit the match for me. You lit the match, fed barrel a single bullet. We were killing the blazing city, masked as disaster. Lovers beat black & blue & rude & taken. What I want is tougher than running. The only way I win is by walking away with my knife & my teeth. The one for me won't bleed flame like a crashed car. A thousand tries are heavy. I can't carry them any better than I can shit talk. My heart has a mouth on her. She is a bloody middle finger. She says to get your shit & get out. She says she'll count to three. You wish I would let you steady the wait with a thousand grenades, let you work a fucking lady into a broken pony. I won't look sideways at that. Won't lick the gun. Won't get my heart crowded with your kind of heat.

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  • Emily O’Neill