HURTING ON THE HIGHWAY

i’m on a highway going twenty-two
above the
speed limit and i’m thinking of that time
a couple years back it’s just like that
except this time it’s not a hot guy behind
the wheel there’s no babygirl ‘cause babygirl
shed the girl and turned ghost she shed
the hot guy too and all his snark and
wicked hot eyes and it hurt and she
misses him sometimes she misses the
hurt but she can hurt herself too he’s not
the only one who knows how to cut up
a girl she can do that herself so really
there’s no need for him anymore
his guns and his cigarettes and his
vodka she can finger herself if she wants
to she doesn’t but if she did she could
she can get drunk by herself and she can
drive twenty-two
above the speed limit
she can shed skin and limbs and reinvent
herself completely who needs a killer
when you can turn girl turn ghost turn gun

By Esther Liv

Biography:

esther liv is a moon lesbian and pretend-poet from denmark, really into dark chocolate & purple tulips. her work has previously been featured in words dance magazine, and elsewhere. she hangs out at estherliv.tumblr.com