ugly
im a virgin suicide,
dressed in floral tights
there’s poison in the air,
and the toxic sky turns white
lavender crop top,
bright like a neon light
red lipstick
and snow white-limbed
gold hair flowing in the wind
they’re condescending, the stars;
looking down on me with a vile grin
It’s all because I’m pretty,
so pretty
it’s a sin.
I died in a bathtub; my lips were
cold and blue
the stars murdered me, I always
knew what they could do
lived with a fear of death, but wished for it too
and as they say, from my rotten
body, plants and flowers grew
and though they thought they
wouldn’t be;
they’re still jealous,
the stars,
im luminous as a ghost too
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