Go on
little stick girls
with your cherry blond hair
and powder-cheeked smiles.
Go on living
little brittle lives
in darkness and silence
and kohl-lined sad eyes.
Go on, go on
I can too
I'll go on with my old soul
and my figure 'full'
I'll smile and catch that wicked glint
in a cat's smug grin.
Go on,
in the end,
I'm the descendant of the fae
with more dark wood blood
in my little toe.
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