black lace,
needles,
eyeliner lines,
rusty razor blades
cut deep
into her flesh
until crimson red
seeps out in the
form of beaded lines
among her wrist.
she licks the
frosting off of
a cupcake in
her hand.
delicious blood
and chocolates.
ambitions are perfect.
her wrists are bandaged.
her eyes are swollen.
and her heart has
been totally broken.
she covers her
eyes in thick
eyeliner to hide
the shadows;
she wears black lace
to cover the scars from
the needles of her
addiction.