The name Miracle has followed her around her whole life.
Born to sterilized parents who vanished one night.
Got a tattoo, says “Meanness,” inside her lower lip.
She pulls it down in the mirror so she can read it.
Framed by her blonde wig in the bright white glow.
Spit crawls down her wrist and she lets her lip go.
She smokes out her window watching the sunset
Behind the figures of bending trees.
While her collection of broken wind chimes
Play wild drones in minor keys.
They see her in The Cheetah on the weekday nights.
They see her and they dream of young versions of their wives.
She saved up for some braces, all the ones and the fives.
Her teeth are straightening out now and sore all the time.
Hands reach out for her like she’ll cure disease.
She bats her eyes and makes them say “Please.”
“Meanness,” she thinks.
Round the pole. Spinning. Heavy breathing.
“Meanness,” she thinks.
Sore mouth. Pouting. Blowing kisses.
“Meanness,” she sings.
Skinny legs. Kicking. Flailing.
“Meanness,” she sings.
The realest, scariest, heaviest fucking shit. Who needs grease paint and fake satanism, when you can just look around at the mutilation of humanity that is the American South? Real American horror story. A fucking tragedy. Every day. Mark Barnes
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Anyone who loves bread enough to name a song Bread Song will forever be in my all times favorites.
(Also the musics good and a bit heart wrenchingly beautiful too ig)
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