Swallow that desperation
and get out of bed.
Caress your ugly mane
that long, black gnarled hair once more.
Its beautiful outside
as the sunset shines through your dark curtains.
Reaching for your pack of cigarettes
with your bruised, cold skin.
Oh, how you are content in this destitute.
It's eight PM.
With bags under your eyes
you walk to the end of the cement hallway, swaying
and turn on the shower.
So this is your life.
You hop in
skinny legs first.
Shampooing your filthy skin.
You belong living in the dirt.
Lost your children just when they needed you.
You gave them up.
Just when they were starving for your love.
Left them for a man
who could only offer you drugs.
You'll never leave him.
This is how you always wanted it.
Nothing to hold on to but your heroine.
It'll never leave you...
...As far as you are concerned.
Put on that dark red lipstick.
Put on your slut top and hip huggers.
Its moneymaking time.
They say money can't buy you happiness
but it buys you your love.
You practice your walk as you head to the front door.
Put on your nine inch heels.
You smell like suffocation.
The doctors fixed you like some animal.
No longer are you able to have children.
*Smirk*
How good for you.
Go ahead, walk out that door once more.
Fling back that ugly mane.
Bat your eyelashes swimming in blue mascara.
You're beautiful.
Oh, dead girl walking.
How we all hate you.
 
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