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tasteless lip
gloss smoothed
over chapped
lips thin
with vague
threats unspoken
trapped on the
tongue
she thinks
that she may
go from the black
into the red
and disappear from
view

vision blurry with
regrets and
a witch that
cackles in her
ear until her
eyes bleed black
acid that smokes
and paints pretty
pictures on
the walls
simple blood
fantasy
indeterminable
lack of fate

she wants to
tell the world
that black is white
and white
is black
and that everybody
can go home
now that the
holidays have
begun
too many blood
tinged christmas cards
and perfume that
smells like too much
alcohol
and too little scent
sometimes she
wishes that she
had a halo
that wouldn't
crack and sting
her fingers with
slivers of gold
glass (or is that
some ethereal
substance that
will come apart
in her hands)

she is an houri
and she will
do good in
queen maeb's
court
the one where
blood is distributed
like water and there
is a silver glint
to everyone's
eyes
silvery ethereal
girl with too little
makeup and
a mouth too
generous

requiems ring
in her ears
low and haunting
crushed pearls
in her mouth
tears a stain on
her cheeks
she will sacrifice
everything
to keep the world
happy
even her life
a feather in the
wind

ready to disappear
forever and
ever
amen