She Kills Herself To Look Pretty Poem by Kevin Patrick

She's Versed in nimble Kittens, and a predator in pumps
but she stutters in stilettos, when men's eyes are drunk
Tender limbs atrophy, when pain crawls up her spine
Achilles would have fallen, but she smiles and says she's fine
tight lipped recondite, wears acupuncture on her feet
its torture in her knees but she does her best to please

because she kills herself to look pretty



Lip Waxing regiments, flaying haphazard cuticles
Collagen injections and Botox pharmaceuticals
Day spas and diets of probiotics and vegan moss
Sometimes a cheat day with a little dental floss
Its not icing sugar, but it's nestle without calories
To keep up my trademark, right out of the factory

(Even when her composure is losing it batteries)

Because she kills herself to look pretty


Everyday weighed down with a Treadmill death march
sweat soaking fevers, oxidizing trans fats and starch
she drowns in a liter of thick skinned perspiration
studiously fixated on her calisthenics gyrations
Practicing Pilates with yoga classes on Tuesdays
She tones her physique to the mystique of x-rays

Because she kills herself to look pretty



Manicures, pedicures and a drop of tummy tucks
Uses all her skin cream to keep the world star truck
Bleach bombs her hair until the roots are decayed
coats her cheeks in chic blush to make up her good grade
Cause takes a pretty dollar to look like Cinderella
so she calls up Dr Frankenstein, to make me her vanilla

Because she kills herself to look pretty


To be your perfect fantasy, she denies herself her sanity
immolating self-respect, she closes eyes to gravity
For it's the duty of beauty to develop its neurosis
and always leave a fragrance of smelling like roses
So when you walk the runway, for looking like a killer
Ophelia shadows starring down the vanity mirror


she earns her nick name Canidae
because her prides endangered like a fox


Because she Kills herself to Look Pretty



and I devour myself
to be pretties last supper