Mirror-Shard ScarsMature

I will not spill all your silicone secrets;

The heart of you is Ferrari red and 

Glistens like collagen,

I will tear into myself until there is nothing 

Left to unwrap; and you're as empty as your 

Instagram. 

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And maybe my self-obsessive cuts are as 

Shallow and vague as your chemical beauty, 

But I've yet to be filed and painted into 

Another barbaric Barbie for the masses to 

Piss on. 

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Skin and tissue bleached and tinted into 

Peeling submission, I'm not going to climb 

To your wuthering heights,

I can't fall from grace from my place 

In the dirt. 

The End

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