Barb wire barbie

When beauty is pain

The tender corrosion of her brittle bones

Strikes her down with every step.

Her raggedy knees give out

And everybody knows she is sick.

She wears a mini skirt to address the accusations

And knee high socks

To mask the brown and purple puddles on her skin.

Rubies are littered on the bathroom floor

And diamonds glisten on her bedsheets,

But money can’t un rot her from the inside out,

It can’t dilute the vomit raining from her brain,

Nor the appetite that has withered itself away.

Money can’t buy back a troubled youth

Without a sucker punch to the throat.

Some girls just want to choke on their own presence,

And be so perceived by strangers

That they are practically alien.

Some just want to digest attention

As if it was what kept them alive.

She would take any wound just to know

That she is pretty.

She is,

But she wants to know it.

Beauty is pain,

Undeniable,

And any doll could say that she’ll endure it for results,

But it’s only a barb wire barbie

Who will gut herself just to feel clean.

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