Beautiful Suicide

Her porcelain smile,

(So perfect, fragile, fake)

Molded out of plaster;

Tediously painted unto her face.

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Her eyes, sparkling sapphires,

Speak of unshed tears –

Every tear that doesn’t fall

Tells a story,

And here there are

No Happy Endings.

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Her cream of silk skin –

Preserved and untainted…

Except for those bloody paper cuts:

Feathered excruciatingly delicate.

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Her lips, so rosy;

A carbon monoxide pout…

Even in the end,

She was such a beautiful suicide.

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