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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."





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miscellaneous said...
Jul. 6, 2011 at 11:37 pm
This poem is fantastic and much hope to it getting voted up and picked.
 
Emily_iz_poet said...
Jul. 3, 2011 at 10:23 pm
I love your poetry :D I hope you get chosen for the magazine best of luck <3~
 
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