we've got powdered bones
plastic hearts
thinned blood
rotting at our irises
feathered fingernails
ripped at the seems
truth or dare?
ill call your bluff
dare you call me beautiful looking rotten
like the backhand of the devils heart
dare you kiss these scissors lips
dare you tell me truths
like we are 13 playing spin my shattered bottles
7 minutes out of hell
pretend there is no world around us
=dare you call me beautiful now
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