The crisp white

interspersed with flecks of shining metal

slipping between the blue lips of Beauty

caused by corsetry.

Blood! Blood! Blood!

Half the red ruby shining malformed orb

casually awaits digestion,

razors intact.

Such lovely bones you have

so fragile and so brittle

perhaps if I were to

oh say,

say, “What big eyes you have!”

the wells in them may dry.

And say, "What large teeth you have!"

all the better to devour with

I would be the red in your veins,

on your lips.

The ocean bleeds pearls

and white crested waves

so like your spindle,

old spinster-sinister-queen.

Let down your tresses

dear Rapunzel

of golden bleach blonde,

the eating of apples,

of Roses and Snow –

one learns not to swallow for too long

in the beauty of gardenia,

hyacinth and jacaranda

your toxins cannot touch us

our silicone skin.

The kiss;

awakened in the tomb

the glass container coffin

crystalline perfection.

Porcelain complexion.

Rose! Rose! Rose!