The Society Skeleton Girl Curse
BY ERIC DAVID AMI I APRIL 21, 2009

She sits there in material filth, 
A self proclaimed goddess of a fashion diseased fur
Everybody is trying their best to squeeze her
Something that doesn't really matter to me, 

Fake eyed and positively younger then she projects
I found myself sitting there drenched in solitude
I wasn't really at all in the mood
My heads were off today

The night records played for a pessimistic tone
As the rest of the room swooned for her to move
She stumbled up looking at me, she started to groove
I started to become nauseated

A marionette without strings
Her Skeleton ripped from her skin
As she clinked her knees trying to win
A chapped, cracked frown scratched my face

She made it to me in seconds flat
I choked on my tongue
She opened her red acid lips ready for a kiss, I could see her lung
A coal black tasteless thing

Stoned heavy I was stuck
As her corruption filled my gaping hole
Sucked hard out my soul
Now I'm just like all the rest  

		        -Jack Fate 

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