Florabelle

Florabelle doesn’t look both ways before merging onto the 101.

Florabelle smells like cherry vodka at sunset.

Florabella avoids left hand turns onto Sunset Blvd.

Florabelle loves lilac syrup in her morning coffee.

Florabelle doesn’t pick up her phone.

Florabelle runs like the wind is hunting her.

Florabelle has honey dew skin.

Florabelle never sins.

Florabelle takes her medicine.

Florabelle doesn’t forgive you.

Florabelle pretends to smoke cigarettes.

Florabelle loves you like it’s her last day with you.

I’m the Needle. You’re the Haystack.

Pink lilies became an enemy.

Just like my mind.

I am the trap door when the Tornado hits in Nebraska.

My grandfather is from Nebraska. So I know dust.

I know order.

I know money.

I can also be the eye inside the storm.

I love it best when I’m adorned.

Memorize my spine and throne.

I don’t blink when I fall out of line.

I am jaded when I wear my jade rings to the movies.

You always knew the faster route.

I sank my teeth into the Valley moon.

I’m not afraid when I’m in danger

I’m the needle and

You’re the haystack.

I promise I’ll pay it back.

my Mom’s back is perfectly fine, I didn’t step on the cracks this time.

My dress is peach and baby blue.

A needle stings but I love you.

a haystack is a king size bed

when

you’re the man inside my head.