Dance of the Lost Daughter

In front of everybody
Dressed in a smear of blood
You convulse, excited by strangers
Their noses and tongues begging
To explore your self inflicted wounds
The present of yourself
Shameless
Giving in to the whispers
And regurgitated flatteries
Of scavengers
Drawn to the edge of the flame
Ears kissed by moans of your pain
And salivating, having caught the scent
Of your insanity

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