you still look so pretty
that was the killer
the cyanide pill you thought was benign
until it wasn't.

ugly things do not make people ugly.
you still look so pretty
even though you tear my insides back out
he said through his eyes.

he just looked tired,
he saw the look in my eyes, a video tape of before
the life flash by of white thighs and burning kettles.
and he looked tired.

i am sorry i am
destroying everything just to feel normal
you build all these cities and you hand me a switch
to the undetonated bomb by the doctors surgery.

you still look so pretty
when those cities burn down
you still look so pretty
with fires burning your irises