Rag Doll

a small part of this was because I was ticked at my cousin for being an idiot but it's really not about her. just fiction.

You give off an air,
a perfume of disgust
with your nose powdered up,
eyes rimmed in black.

 

Painted face, ivory teeth,
saline breasts, a stone for a heart.
Words spew from your voice box
like a wasp on attack.
Cold ribs incase dry, parched lungs
soaked with carcinogens;
burns
your throat when you cough.

 

Plastic heels, plastic smile,
click away as you walk,
click back as you talk,
flirt your way in
flirt your decency out.