
Guise"Guise"Guise by ~kultcher
She's not herself tonight
I'm whispering this disposable mantra
loud enough so that she can hear
but the enduring din of every goddamn thing
is like drowning
Every sound a murmur
She's not herself tonight
It's just the fishnets, cat ears
the low-cut slut-standard uniform
offering room and reason
for every eye to roam
where only mine should go
The Tin Man sets his oily hand to skin
She smirks flirtatious through the revelers' drone
and I squirm, clenched teeth and clenched fists
She's not herself tonight
and I'm counting down the pickup lines
until she remembers that I'm standing right here
The racket dies, a split s