Tell me how your bones are hollow and decayed
how the pale skin that stretches
oh so gracefully over them,
Isn't really translucent
But it's really quite good at covering
Grungy deterioration and rotting decadence
Describe your bruises for me, like elegant accidents,
like pretty flowers that color your entire canvas
blooming in a cloudy array over satin white
Like scattered petals that bleed into it's hollow earth
Bleeding like scarlet nectar and violet venom
Forget that in reality, I will never resent your pain
Nobody cares about what's under your skin
Grow me a garden, flourishing like blossoms
all over your frail and bitterly hollow canvas,
I don't really care
Like pretty red roses trickling from broken-up veins
Let them stem and flow and watch as apathy blooms from mine
Growing and thriving from guilt and anguish
it forms and fades through your
not-so-translucent skin after all,
Skin that can no longer hide it's deterioration;
And when they find your body, when they all gasp in horror
I'll be sure to remind them that it was meant to be beautiful
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