BarbieMature

Painted lips frozen in an eternal scream,

Heart's mechanical bits grinding down to a halt and

No private parts, just smooth plastic, unsexual but so

Sexualized.

 

Hair stiff and dead, no flaws, no scars, just

Numb and dumb perfection.

Nothing inhabits that plastic cranium, no

Nightmares to awake screaming from.

 

 

The End

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