Friday, April 16, 2004

i am
bulemia in little girls, the way sweet darlings vomit up pearls
i am
open wounds in dolly arms, the way all their gashes ooze childlike charms
i am
the tiara on your teenage whore, the angles that sparkle up from the floor
i am
the blood spatter patterns lost, forgotten reds with shimmery gloss
i am
the come stains on your dress, colorless mystery i effervesce
i am
the sadist making you scream, drowning you in vanilla ice cream
i am
everything you'd never want, but all that you dream of-
the prettiest cunt.
*bettie* at 3:14 PM