Remember how they told the Vulture
He overextended himself
In the opening scene of Spider-Man: Homecoming?
Then he punched someone in the face
And became a successful villain
For eight years
Mood.
I took a Buzzfeed quiz
That said I am 95% like Peter Parker
So the other 5% of me
Must be all the villains
That tear him apart
The Rhino in a mechanical suit
That crushes concrete where she walks
The goblin who loses his fucking mind
Surfing the city, laughing
What an interesting mood.
I took a bath the other night
And used a Lush bath bomb
I’d been hoarding for a year
Black rose, glittering
I soaked in the inky water
Lights off, candle lit
I wouldn’t have felt out of place
With teeth sinking into my neck
It was a mood.
When it was over, water drained
The black dust clung to my skin
And then it coated the tub
And the paws of my cats
As they danced around the bathroom
I’m still scrubbing the darkness off the tiles
Hair up, harried nerves, red cloth turned black
What a fucking mood.
I write this and laugh and laugh
What was that I said
About a green surfer losing her fucking mind?
With Love,
Natalie