Lipstick smeared
kisses
Tainted with a dewy
gloss of blood
That shines its
death of roses
through blury eyes
Eyes that reflect
broken promises
torn skin
blades kissed
in switchblades
of
penatratable
lies

Another bad day
that begins
with broken
glass
Fallen tears
and
unconscious dreams
Dreams that transform
into dancing shadows
of the past
Howling winds
break the silence
of her morning
coffee

Inhaling the poison
of her cigarette
The end of the cigarette
burns for a purpose
It smolders in its
nicotine infused cancer
Smoke swirling patterns
of the future
Menthol lingers in the
tarnished air
Bright red burns
against pale breakable
skin
Flesh sizzles
beneath the flame
of hate
and torture

The newspaper
telling its lies
and its truth
of misconception
Sighing as the world
weighs down
upon shoulders
that look
emaciated through
years of starvation
Perfection always
near but so far
away
Fleeing upon
empty wings
that brings only death
through its devious
ways

Another day
that brings her
only closer to
her wishful death
Build me a coffin
of perfect hips
and slender thighs
Sharp collarbones
Use nails of
hate
And hammer the
hate
with
blood shot eyes
That look past
the sympathetic smiles
of so-called friends, family
and the envious eyes
of strangers

Surviving on water
Dying to be thin
Only wanting to be
perfect
A saddness overwhelms
her
and she knows that she
will not
last another day...