She, socialized
with the likes of house party
drug infested-only
prettiest selected- brick lane nights
and hungover mornings bathed
in sterile neon lights, Lamé,
primary hoodie coloured brights
numb like
anesthetic skin stabbed
by a surgical knife
may not feel but
still bleeding just right.
So,
as certain the stripes are red
and the stars are white
she was truly destined
to lead the american apparel life
where you always pretend
to feel alright
though never quite content
come the cold, cold night.
