Anorexic Beauty

Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me / feel a fool. / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. / Brittle fingers, / and thin cigarettes, / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / You put your hand on mine, / death white on brown, / those whirlpool eyes; / well, I begin to drown. / The girl of my nightmares, / erotic and skull-faced. / The girl / of my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess. / Sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, your / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / Pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / The girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / The girl / of my / nightmares. / Anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess.

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