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

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