Fine Lines
Fine Lines
Soft Lips
Plucking and Pruning
Little Hairs
Making sure they belong
Fine Lines.
Long willow lashes casting black prison bars
Shadows move across my skin
In the sunshine
my eyes scream out
let me out
You’re so very, very pretty
He crooned.
Too pretty to be sad.
I know where they keep the key to escape,
But you’ll have to do me a favor first
A kiss from the Pretty Girl
then you’ll be free!
Just a kiss and soon you will see
who you are.
Give daddy a kiss baby
Let me Be.
I know who I am
and
I don’t need your key
Please? Sir.
Don’t you see
could you for just one moment
open up my skull with a saw
and rip out my brains
see I have brains
What a tantalizing imagination you have!
Do it, I dare you.
Here I’ll do it myself
up through
the nose I’m grabbing it
I feel some of it now.
All mushy and wet.
Here I go.
It doesn’t hurt a thing
Silly Girl, he laughed.
All that Pretty Wasted.
DUMB / SMART 
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