10.Anorexic Beauty
Sitting alone on ／ a cold bar stool, ／ your cold, hard eyes make
me ／ feel a fool.
Pastel-white features, ／ high cheek-bones, ／ scarlet-blooded
lips and deathly tones. ／ The
girl of my nightmares, ／ sultry and corpse-like. ／ The girl ／ of
my ／ nightmares.
Brittle fingers, ／ and thin cigarettes, ／ so hard to tell apart,
／ (she hasn't spoken
yet.) ／ You put your hand on mine, ／ death white on brown, ／
those whirlpool eyes; ／ well,
I begin to drown. ／ The girl of my nightmares, ／ erotic and
skull-faced. ／ The girl ／ of
my ／ nightmares. ／ Anorexic beauty, ／ feather-weight perfection,
／ anorexic beauty,
underweight ／ goddess. ／ Sitting alone on ／ a cold bar stool,
your ／ so hard to tell
apart, ／ (she hasn't spoken yet.) ／ Pastel-white features, ／
high cheek-bones,
scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. ／ The girl of my
nightmares, ／ sultry and
corpse-like. ／ The girl ／ of my ／ nightmares. ／ Anorexic beauty,
／ feather-weight
perfection, ／ anorexic beauty, ／ underweight ／ goddess.
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