Pixilated beauty​

Pucker your lips
The internet slobbering at your pose,
Tinting your skin with layers of dirt
Becoming a rotting rose.

You haze your skin
Becoming an artists painting,
Framed and hung, limbs tangling as they swing
Your blood draining.

Watch the world tick by
Unable to move from your perch​,
Family swarming across the land
Soon they will give up the search.

Skin now a pale glass
Shimmering​ with sticky glitter,
Too heavy you fall and shatter
Fragments​ tastelessly​ bitter.





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