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she was born
from an egg
divinely fair, a pearl,
drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful, a peach
she won he heart
of every man she saw
the perfume of her breath
her skins celebrity
left on the bedside
tablelike a tip
a princess with the common touch,
queen of his heart, pin up, superstar
loved and loved
and loved again
Beauty is fame.
Some said.
before they sliced
a lsst grin in his throat
smuggled on a boat
dressed as a boy
straed up
at her body
the black silk of her dress
clung to her form, a stylish shroud
but lived alone and kept
a little bird inside a cage
she never
aged
her fit girls giggling
at her jokes
she had him gibbering in
bed by twelve
she knew
her man
Caeser’s head
between her teeth
she matched him
glass for glass
made him fuck
her as a lad
lost forerver in the
sea of snakes
the camera loved her,
closeup, back lit
her sleepy,
strtled gaze
they filmed her harder, harder till
her hair was platinum
pressed by a
banker’s thumbs
painted the beauty
on in beige
the audience
frooled
till she couldn’t die
when she dies
in her strong resemblance to herself,
the dark roots of her pubic hair
ankles crossed, knees
clamped, hands clasped
to stare and stare and stare
her face was surely a star
Beauty
is fate
betrayed, beautifully pale
the cameras gibbered away
act like a fucking princess -
how they loved her
give us a
smile, cunt
history’s stinking breath
in her face