State

Image by Frances Farmer

You amaze me.
Craving
hot
bloodless
Decadence.
Demure,
cold and statuesque,
cut like marble;
like my fingernails
in your skin.
Peeled away
like ripe sweet fruit
to my lips.
Angeldust,
candy-coated,
melt my insides,
and rot my mind
with your
empty hold.
Plastic perfect in
artificial flavour.
Chemical lust;
taint my blood with
your lying nutrition.

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