Dania
Domestic Cosmetic
Copyright Dania
Skin is sallow
transparent
tightened to the bone.
Eyes appear hollow
empty
reasons are unknown.
Bedazzled locks
a crimson shock
birth loan.
Thunder in the kitchen,
Doll needs some stitching,
There is prosthetic disorder on the floor.
Tumult home,
Grows a diluted gene,
She’s tainted by the volume
forever.
Touch is callow
distrustful
an underrated zone.
Her heart is mellow
soft
structure is torn.
White top
bloody stained
scars are easily shown.
Locked Room
Copyright Dania
I
Dwell in locked rooms.
I
Look for the elegance.
I
Hide a secret of paralysis despair.
I
Wash away the vigorous me.
I
Flush it down the drain.
I
Live in ground hog days.
And
No one even notices me.
And
They don’t realize my disease.
And
My hair is falling out.
And
My jeans are hanging from my hips.
And
My complexion is turning pale.
And
I turn myself inside out.
And
I
Give up the ghost.
And
Now they all notice!
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