to the princess of beauty:

you bore me
you can't sink your teeth in
you nibble and pull away
afraid not of breaking skin
but of splashing blood
on that one grand dress
smearing your lux lipstick
on the ugliness you appropriate
but never dig your hands into
you preach the pain of stumbling
but in every photo
you perch just so
even bleeding cleanly

really that
dollface, poetry is ugliness.

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