Bleed forever

As I trace the edge

Of the diamond with my teeth

I can’t even _ cut my eyes _ see

The beauty that they sold to me

No longer concerned with simple things

Comfort. Sustenance. The food they bring…..

She brushes her hair and contemplates a pony tail

She likes to be pretty but doesn’t know

What the boys even see

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