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5/10/2011




They are sick
sick
sickly sweet
white teeth and laces every edge
increased and faded.
Glossy goddesses,
hair a cascade
outstretched arms
in gauzy facade.
Light pouring on them:
Thin
red-lipped
inhaling
kissing
dancing
suspending
in stilled frame.

"Aren't I
aren't I glamorous
in my collared boned shame?
Don't you wish you were me,
with sunken, mocking face?
I am the picture of perfecteion
my eye-lights never fade
I am guiltless temptations
but beauty knows no pain."

3 comments:

Heather said...

Love, your words, they're so, perfect; painful; real.
You speak such inspired, honest truth.
I love the images too. <3

helloxbeautiful said...

You write so beautifully...
And you, my dear, are so beautiful.
Lovely post. <3

xx

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