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Pretty Weapons

by December Lace

Pretty Weapons


Noxious fumes blanket my breath by the lungful

Lacquered nails bounce light off their new varnish

I try to keep the sharpened edges to myself

Carve crescent moons into peachy palms

For my own protection



Too many swipe rights on battery drained screens

Have lured me to a dusty bakery in a darkened alley

New boots scuffed in city slush

Dirty ice dissolves on discounted velvet

Glossed lips glued together in pink goo



My voice is poison when handsome strangers shuffle in the doors

I can’t control the lies that drop from my tongue

please like me                please like me

If they do, they drag my wrist to the street

I follow on valentine feet



Stairs to shared apartments in crooked neighborhoods

Lead up to deja-vu bedrooms

My hands twitch survival and science

I can scratch until my nail tears skin from skeleton

So deep they’ll show only bone

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December Lace

December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model. She has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, TPG, Empower Magazine, The Molotov Cocktail, Pussy Magic Lit, Lonesome October, ErieTales, and Awkward Mermaid as well as the forthcoming Ghostlight, The Magazine of Terror, 24 Unread Messages, The Cabinet of  Heed, and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology. She loves Batman, burlesque, and things that go bump in the night. She can be found on Twitter @TheMissDecember, or in the obscure bookshops of Chicago.

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