JUST A DOLL, ISN'T SHE?

planet skeleton

Sunflower knew Bedroom babe liked to be up high, that she wanted to shovel the sunset into her mouth, wanted it to burn her buds black so she'd stopping growing so tall but Sunflower liked her teetering stem of a body, heavy head with petals the color of honey, the cherry tied teeth and softly freckled face but god, that girl detested it so damn much that Sunflower looked in the mirror and started to do the same soon enough, that's all the two girls had in common how thin their skin, pale as milk and sun sucked, thinned out over their flimsy red bones that bled out from the bruises life's rough fingers left behind across it iced water for bursting berries that they could never ever eat

(oh god oh god i'm so hungry-)

smeared across the canvas of a planet built of stardust, of a death so great it shook their cigarette stubbed throats and burned them a glowing sunset into the wasted youth thay seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at all grinded under edgy charcoal fingers smudged in a leather lather caught in the curling tongue of the ragged teeth of a fence or wrapped up in the shiny wrapper of a sucker caught between the seat on a bus that has become a runaways home. it swam up through their chipped tight lipped smiles and hushed their wailing stomachs so no one knew-

until they became walking skeletons of course.

"We need to get better."

"I'm better than you."