Mollywater dripping off the rim, pink tongue, pupils like quarters sweat mixed with perfume, bass kicking holes through the floorboards weed smoke caught in the curtains, whole room bending at the corners three thoughts past coherent, still somehow getting warmer Jaw locked, heart jumping, laugh coming out at the wrong time black dress, bare shoulders, fingertips tracing down my neckline floor shaking, teeth flashing, everybody moving on one mind I’ve been running from the comedown since the second that the lights died Mollywater, mollywater purple in the glass, little thunder in my chest Mollywater, mollywater everything looks beautiful when nothing makes sense Back room, cracked tile, sweat drying underneath my collar bassline hit, rib cage split, heartbeat getting harder weed ash on the windowsill, lipstick bleeding off the bottle two bodies moving sideways like the floor forgot the model Fast talk, jaw tense, tongue tripping over syllables bad thoughts, good grin, every impulse getting physical I got tunnel vision, tunnel vision got me miserable then she turns around and suddenly the whole room’s biblical No sleep, no brakes, no patience, no manners eyes red, shirt loose, hands covered in glitter city lights smear when I’m looking through the windshield everything feels fake but the feeling feels real I got a head full of fireworks mouth full of bad timing heart doing eighty while the bass keeps climbing One minute I’m laughing next minute I’m somewhere else then I’m back in the room like I teleported through myself Mollywater on my breath weed smoke in my hair half the night missing but I remember you were there Red light, green light, whole street looking ultraviolet bloodshot, bug-eyed, every little sound got violent Not violent like fists— violent like colors violent like touch violent like wanting somebody way too fucking much Now the room spinning clockwise while my thoughts run counter I keep pouring memories into the same little hour Mollywater— sweet going down strange coming back Morning putting fingerprints all over the aftermath Crushed cup cold floor one shoe by the door I don’t remember dropping it but I remember wanting more No dialogue no explanation just a pulse in the wall and the taste of last night still stuck in my mouth Mollywater.
