Pretty reaps disaster and finds her way back inside her pills.
Her frown is swallowed into laughter, and Pretty’s crown is thorns.
Her farewell smile dissolves her parent’s doubt,
She’s well, yet all but living, asphyxiated from the world.
Twisted and tattered,
She is tortured and tempted,
Pretty’s thinking ugly thoughts.
More than smiles,
& More than laughs,
More than the beauty she defines;
Pretty needs someone to hear her,
to listen while there’s time.
PrettyPretty
Comments 1
I like it. Blue was a good choice for the text and works in unison with the idea of asphyxiating. I hope I didn’t take away from the tone by posting a man in a taco suit above this…
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