rubies fall from wounds of perfection
like blossoming pain, rubies ripen
and with dead weight,
detach from the tree
bloody prisms drip down the perfect knee
purple scars,
like rivers of royalty,
trace every curve
purple scars,
like a map,
trace every hurt
the perfect diamond tears fall from
the perfect diamond eyes
eyes to which no perfection lies behind
sharp tears reflect the light,
but cut as they slither down
elegant hands are bruised
slim wrists, with ropes, are bound
a luminescent pearl figure alone
in the darkness of her own soul
where there should be flowing warmth,
frigid gems are flowing cold
they all turn to stare as the perfect
girl, bathed in spotlight, walks by
they do not know that
she is drowning in her sharp, cold prayers:
let me die!
let me die!
her hair, like spun sliver,
one thread for every silent scream
one diamond for every deadened dream
as she lies down on her rose petal bed,
she hardly notices the thorns
each earthly gun draws threads of blood
painting a picture of confusion
a crimson delusion
she awakes to walk her daily
nightmare….
tries to wash away the pain
but she knows...
that each and every day
will bring back bright and cutting shame
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