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GrowthI want to tear open my veins,leave fissures in my skin,and plant you, like a weed,and grow you there, within.I want to watch you blossom-a stinking, festering bloom-attracting fat, buzzing fliesand luring them to their doom.I want you to grow up bigand water you with my rage,as you suck the life from me:a vampire who does not age.And I want you to grow wild;grow teeth and searching vines.Consume me with your poisonas I sustained you thus with mine.
PiningTime flows silentlybehind closed doorsbeneath the pores in my skinRuns up the walls andup my noseWon't let go of youthe dregs of your memorystain the glass bottomof my morning cup of teaSpelling out signs ofmy imminent demiseMy arms hang limply at my sidesas you take hold of meHand in hand, you drag metowards you,you pullthe skin from my bones,stretch it, and contort meinto all sorts ofdemented shapes anddraw me inmaddened whorlsand ugly dotsI endure your sweetsilent tortureunto the night,hoping against the oddsthat your face might still lingerin the crisplight of dawnI kiss the wind, thestars, the earthAnd always your faceis the only lightin my lonely sky
RibbonI've tied my hair with ribbonsin braided pigtailsI painted my nails pinkwith that brand that always chipsand I dressed myself ina polka-dotted sundressas if that would restore meI tell myself I'm making progressor perhaps regressas I climb the dusty, spiral staircaseand look out medieval windowsto grainy, blurred momentsspaces in timeI can no longer touch,only watchwithout claritywithout understandingbut with regretAnd I can almost recollecther glittering smileas if time could swallow me upand take me back to those dayswhen she still walked in sunlight,adorned in beauty asendless as the skyBut time is not a friendand thus, I continue my ascentup the fatal staircaseuntil that faraway worldand the stairsand myselfare all a dreamof a memory
PrincessSweet, hollow dreamingimagining the fire that once burned within mekidnapped by lands I'll never visitprisoner to the person I'll never beIn my lying glass mirrormy hideous face becomes a lovely queenand tell me, oh bastard mirrorwhat does "fairest" even mean?When my eyes are closed and leakingwhen I've no memory to holda brilliant lie unfurls behind my teethand all this pyrite turns to goldMy ugly monster's face becomes a beautyand there's no trace left of who I amand if I could just go on pretending,I'll tell you, Princess, I wouldn't give a damnAll that I'd ever hoped to die forall their biting words;their cruel, unyielding hatewouldn't faze me herewhere I am queenSo tie me up, hold me downbut I want to wear that crownI yearn to be the queen of these liescause in this landI'm not the one who I despiseBut when I wake up,without make-upI just can't help but sigh:another daythat I can't sayI love myself, the lie.