In this broken city of plastic,
~perfect~ waistlines and ~painted~ faces,
the walls of each xxheartbreak homexx are lined with
mirrors
and I’m dying to get out;;
Because if I wasn’t such a perfectly meek piece of [foundation].[mascara].[lipstick].[blush], you know I would d.e.s.t.r.o.y. each Barbie in each shard of mirror.
I would fill them full of glitter;;
I would pull it out through their e m p t y stomachs
and bloody wrists,
make them cough it up their corroded throats.
I would give them what they’d always wanted and {*take*it*away*},
{d/e/s/t/r/o/y it},
{s|h|a|t|t|e|r} it::
:: it would fall apart exposed to the light, and I. Would. Break. all their [faded]hopes of [faux]grandeur.
They would ~writhe~ in pain;;
I would make them eat their neon lights
and drink the essence of their {failure.}
[[and I say to each {plastic.wraith} in the {shattered.glass} before I tear out their {perfect.guts} :: “hun, I only do this because I know you know I know …
we’re the s a m e ]]
&hearts
~perfect~ waistlines and ~painted~ faces,
the walls of each xxheartbreak homexx are lined with
mirrors
and I’m dying to get out;;
Because if I wasn’t such a perfectly meek piece of [foundation].[mascara].[lipstick].[blush], you know I would d.e.s.t.r.o.y. each Barbie in each shard of mirror.
I would fill them full of glitter;;
I would pull it out through their e m p t y stomachs
and bloody wrists,
make them cough it up their corroded throats.
I would give them what they’d always wanted and {*take*it*away*},
{d/e/s/t/r/o/y it},
{s|h|a|t|t|e|r} it::
:: it would fall apart exposed to the light, and I. Would. Break. all their [faded]hopes of [faux]grandeur.
They would ~writhe~ in pain;;
I would make them eat their neon lights
and drink the essence of their {failure.}
[[and I say to each {plastic.wraith} in the {shattered.glass} before I tear out their {perfect.guts} :: “hun, I only do this because I know you know I know …
we’re the s a m e ]]
&hearts
Author notes
Author notes
Meh, I don't know... hating the (supposedly) perfect anorexia/makeup/glitter world and its tendency to only care about impressing others, and hating it even more just because you see it in yourself.
If that made sense.
Dirty Pretty &hearts
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- Dirty Pretty ♥ by Page Deleted..
425 points, ended July 11, 2008, 16 entries
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Well... it's true. This is a world of glitter and sparkles where a large was a small and a small is too large. Very well put.


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Fascinating.
I love the condemning use of mirrors. Very nice job. Good emphasis.

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Very interesting piece, it was quite powerful and very nicely written as well. =] Simply wonderful. great write.
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WOWOW
"In this broken city of plastic,
~perfect~ waistlines and ~painted~ faces,
the walls of each xxheartbreak homexx are lined with
mirrors
and I’m dying to get out;;"
^^
this poem is one of the best ive read all day,
i love the dirty pretty feel,the first stanza just really popped out at me,I cant get the great image of it out of my head,seriously,i wish i wrote this,i love it bby :]
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I liked this piece, thanks for taking the time to enter and best of luck.
Keira
--- blackwood.baby
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