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Red lips, dark eyes, baby doll cheeks

Satin, silk and lace

Corsets that crush her lungs

Taking her breath away

Looking in the mirror

Only to see a hollow portrait

What has become of her?



Pouring bitter wine into goblets

Instant immortality

Hiding anywhere under the black sky

Inhaling poisons until the pain subsides

Numbing her body from the inside out

Forced to live in fear of herself

What will become of her?



Nightmares and screaming

Suffering in silence

Opening her wounds, free to bleed

Falling desperately, hopelessly

Crashing, dissolving, disappearing

She will be lost without her corset

And the world will turn her away.