Drugged up drama queen.
Pageantwinning smile,
hiding the hellstorm inside.
Glazed eyes.
Eyelashes batting like a psycho butterfly.
Fingers fidgeting.
Picking the crownleaves of her bouquet.
Residues of the angeldust
like sparkles on top of her chapsticked lips.
Poison kisses,
framed by the thin trickle of blood,
from a perfect nostril.
söndag 31 januari 2010
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