Dream Girl

 

I can feel your eyes on my flesh, penetrating my virtue.

You think I can’t see you.

 

You love the way my bouncy curls go boing,

spirals that keep their quality of being untouched

after you give a sharp tug.

 

I have large, manipulative, cardboard-colored eyes

and blood-tinted, appetizing, cracked lips.

I gaze at you with the same ingenuous eyes of a bitch taking a piss.

 

I’m the pristine trophy

you won for conquering the naive,

the engraving, a pair of baby pink lesions on my knees.

 

You love to grip my milk-reliant bones and the skin they wear like a battered blanket.

You compliment the tightness of youth.

I’m soft and unnatural like a hairless cat.

 

I promise to love you forever,

only in death can we part.

 

 I’m your sexy princess, Daddy.

Please don’t leave me.

I’m just a little girl. 

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-Misha Puello Brasil