The author being her eyes,
Acid cascades down her face
Cooking her skin each time
She cries
Trained by experience to
Believe she wasn't worth
A smile, repetitive endings
To her relationships decisions
Of deletion made easy like she
Was a corrupted file
She sports a fragrance of
Betrayal a scent stained
To her skin, she lives under
A torched ego a continuous
Fire set by men
Wonderful dreams nightly of her
princess Days only to wake up
To a world she hates, reminded
Every morning that those sightings
Were fake, by the reflexion in
The mirror of her distressed
Face
Beautified daily a makeup
Cup filled with wounds and
Scars, routine decorations for
An incinerated star
Combs made of broken
glass equipped with razor
Sharp teeth, everyday she
Strives for pretty but
Through her past she
Continues to bleed
Her clothes knitted with
Flammable threads, so
The slightest movement
Caused her hurt to spread ,
Friction between her skin
And such painful attire easily
Influenced sparks eventually
Evolving toFire
Every inch of her life was
Fueled By devastation, She
Prays for an empty tank but
Overnight suffers a gassy
invasion
Refueled by sleep....
Only to repeat her day
Of strain, I pray for thee
Damaged women who
May took visits to this
Pain
Damaged goods
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