THE DEATH OF THE PERFECT WOMAN

Born, desired by all
but the perfect woman
no longer exists
she offed herself
with no one to turn
to the perfect woman
had insecurities
she offed herself
with no mirror
to know with every glance
she wondered why people bothered
looking with every glance
another question arose
in the end
she didn’t leave a letter
in the end
no one knew why
dead, all but desired

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