Bridges.

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Skulls and candy
Hearts and stone
They’re all ravaged
Especially the girl with holes in her stockings
And the boy with holes in his brain

She smiles at him, her teeth black with tar
He smiles back, his mouth full of gold
They exchanged stories of a troubled past
Like they’re the only ones
Suffering from secrets that suffocate them

She raises her skirt, shows off bruises printed on her skin
He raises his shirt, shows her the black and purple contusions painted across his chest
They think they’re the only ones
Being beaten and taken advantage of,
But they haven’t met the girl living underneath the bridge

Who uses her dead father’s sweaters as dresses
And her dead sister’s stockings to clothe her legs
She lives without purpose, without a soul
Her skin is pallid like the laden snow except darkened with
Bruises covering her from head to toe from throwing herself off of bridges and failing