Leather Stud Princess

Leather Stud Princess


Hun,
walking the streets
you're wearing him on your eyes.
Tearing names down
as you pound pavement
your fisted wrists upturned.


Not even the leather hide on your back
is gonna keep your skin strong.
No piercing is gonna produce a pain so long
to numb the thudding beat of your song.
And no image stained on skin
is gonna grant eternity.
So you're gonna get your food
and lounge in the booth in the back that's free.


Watch out baby,
you know it's a public place.
Wearing a man so clearly on your face.
You're scaring strangers
willing to take you home
scaring yourself
on a lack of control.


Hun,
pick at your food
pass out this time.
They'll call the cops
and string you up
just for the night.


"Wake up baby boy,"
Frank whispers in your ear
funny thing
it's the one thing you've longed to hear.
Scruffy arm around you
and hot breath on neck
maybe he'll marry you
as his ring finger you check.


Darling
walk home,
after the police let you free.
Clean up your face
hang up your leathers
and baby just breathe.


Hun,
take your shower
wash the dye from your face.
Hang up the jacket
he stole for you
just for one night.


-Matthew Koutzun