she could’ve been the perfect lady, but she was too grand for that.
glitter spackled bangles and messily red painted nails;
they all tried to own her, have her – she was too incredible not to try.
none succeeded, each thought of themselves as more valiant.
bendable bones and hair like candy, so amusing.
yet not an amusement. she’ll give you cancer and you’ll enjoy it.
















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