You're prettier alive

Black lips
Eyes
Fingernails
Baby, you've got it all
Black tongue too
Black and dead
And hanging between your lips
Just below hollow eyes
And above empty hands

Broken fingers
Running across ripped jeans
Arms bent back and tied at your waist
Your perfect waist
Your perfect waist
That you continue to cut
And bleed
And scar

A broken neck fits pretty well too
A sideways glance is all you manage
Seductive, isn't it?
An over the shoulder glance
So easy when they're out of joint

Broken knees are another thing
They lay you at my feet
And turn you to me for support
Cracked shins
Are little in comparison
But empty pain

And then your feet
If you could still walk
They'd hardly touch the ground
Bent and arched
And pushed against their will
You painted your toenails red
Or is that just the dying circulation?

Perfect breasts
Conceal cracked ribs
And punctured lungs
All willing casualties
In your cosmetic massacre
Body genocide

I'd pull your hair
But it's tied so tight
It wouldn't make a difference
Is it tying you up
Or merely tying you down?

Eyelashes flutter
Seduction or a seizure?
Tell me
Which is more attractive?

Somewhere
Under all this
Is a heart
Even further down
Is a girl
Stop trying to be dead and beautiful.

You're prettier alive