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Femme Fatal by Angelina King

Waisted on vanity,
The twisted broken guard falls.
And a sudden change
Becomes blessed release.
Marble arm of Venus;
Found wanting.
Perfect contour gives way
To crosshatch chaos,
My beautiful tic-tac-toe of disorder,
My jigsaw puzzle.
Sterile weapon of peace,
tainted with rust;
Perfect porcelian goddess
Draws a red line in the snow.