fragility

naive lolita
sick little girl
seductive and sly
with tarred lips
and dusty lungs
she walks with an arachnine click
the spike of her bare heel
the blade of her tongue
she is sharp and sweet
but with scarred snowy skin
stretched taut over a stark
ivory frame
slight and slicing
saccharine darkness
sickly sweet you cannot see
her body stays a mystery