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 



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. 


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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