the world is a village

same faces

same conversations

i'm tired of your bones.

my dear, you are a bore.

you're pretty, though.

silly children, did you think he loved you?

louis vuitton is becoming so common these days
horrid little trolls parading down the avenues

i've got a rather large headache
daddy's on a cruise.

i am so tired of scenes.

So ...he took me out for lunch.

"I don't like to fuck on an empty stomach" he said

when i left, i stole his cufflinks

out of spite.

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high society is a bore
we are at play in the minds of the idle
my brother and i used to pretend we were lost in the city
homeless in back alleys
flirting with danger

now he stares blankly out of high-rise windows
coke-nosed and bitter
hating something inside himself
i wonder
if he remembers
our games

i can feel a sense of isolation, looking out at the sky
huge dark panes of glass encase me
the city hums but it seems far away, i'm insulated
adventures in dark alleyways beckon, but i am too tired for bad-girl games right now

you called me "vanity fair" with a smile on your face, but hate in your eyes

my favorite

i'm bruised underneath my immaculate dress
no panties, and the mark of your hands, pressed roughly against my thighs
just a moment ago?
now i sit with good posture, legs together
the doorman smiles and calls a car for me
such a nice sweet girl
he thinks

wasting an afternoon with you is like a beautiful nightmare
we feed off the demons inside ourselves

i see your face in the mirror and i want to shatter it
crush the shards beneath my heel

let's go out into the garden and dream of death