my queen
she walked in
a figure adorned with beauty
auburn hair, brown glazed eyes
grinning apathetically,
and the charm makes you writhe inside
she moves
in perfect gestures
shimmering under the spotlight
a fettered splendor
and you'd dream to be like her
she stands,
a silicon masterpiece
sunken cheeks, flimsy features
anorexia sells
and you'd want to be like her
she's a replica of venus
silicon anorexic goddess
jaded eyes, corroding body
yet it's beauty
and you die being like her