she is pretty in pink
a sight to behold
a whirling contraption of sparkles and dignity
she is perfectly measured,
she is fed poised poison,
a sickly sweet and a sharp missing rib
she has no idea what awaits her
in the room where they all go to be gutted
and replaced with empty air
the delicate, snappable, transparent outline of who used to be there
but took up too much space
the pretty pink hides the gore
the missing rib is still gone
and the vicious entrails that follow the body are coated in glitter
it can be all pretty and pink and yours
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:32 PM UTC
she is pretty in pink
a sight to behold
a whirling contraption of sparkles and dignity
she is perfectly measured,
she is fed poised poison,
a sickly sweet and a sharp missing rib
she has no idea what awaits her
in the room where they all go to be gutted
and replaced with empty air
the delicate, snappable, transparent outline of who used to be there
but took up too much space
the pretty pink hides the gore
the missing rib is still gone
and the vicious entrails that follow the body are coated in glitter
it can be all pretty and pink and yours
late night thoughts
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