Sad Little Stories from Sad Little Girls

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Death is not
some bone man
tall and
grim and
all alone.

Death is a little girl
much too wise for her years
big eyes and
dark hair and
deathly pale skin.

Death is a young woman
shivering but with
a roaring fever
flushed cheeks and
sweaty hair.

Death is a lady
prim and proper
as she poisons herself
cuts off her air
starves herself
because one less spot
one less inch
one less pound
is worth it.

Death is an old woman
wrinkled and scarred
with a pockmarked face
and comfortable in the knowledge
that life is a pretty lie
and she is an ugly truth.

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