Let me tell you a tale about how good girls turn bad— 
and I’m not talking about the ones you locate in movies  
sexualized and fetishized— 
I’m talking about those who shroud in unpopular books and gaunt glories 
because good girls are sometimes bad.

They rehearse how to measure their waist and stick a finger down their throat, 
they don’t sleep around because they don’t want to be called liars in court.

They stop talking to their fathers  
can’t lean at night, 
always hushed around their lovers, 
learn how to scratch and bite.

But they’re such good girls, 
quiet and polite girls, 
don’t talk back, don’t sleep around type of girls, 
high grades, no parties no drugs kind of girls. 

Remember, good girls turn bad, 
and bad girls are not fun to be around. 

They will crack your bones and feast on them,  
you will master the art of dying, because bad girls don’t love

I mean they can’t love 

Beware, good girls are sometimes bad. 
We know how to decapitate, 
Rosy cheeks and kind eyes are a fad
Everything around us welts and precipitates 
 
And this is the tale about how good girls turn bad— 
those who reside beyond the margins 
Don't approach, you're in danger 
Remember, 
Sometimes good girls turn bad.