Do you like what you see when you stare inside?
Past your punctured nose
and viscous lies,
your emerald eyes
and fractured spine,
those blood shot eyes
and purple veiny thighs.

“Your body is a temple”
Mother lies.
she loves you,
just a ****** spider web
filled up with pure lies.

Scarlet thin hair covering your surface,
an image you tried so hard to change
you hardly recognize yourself.
The girl that used to make pies.
Now grim,
more dead than alive
and crying ice.

Agitated
she resembles a canvas of an ocean at night.
so cold, once filled with life.
But you do not listen nor care why.

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via @dawnvleu