evil girls
Cruella De Vil
a true devil herself.
But, the cruel belle
is the one who chews her food
and spits it out into the trash
Or maybe it’s the whole clan—
we feed on each other
because we have nothing else that we can eat
praise me praise
raise me
higher
higher
but we’re only going lower
slender snakes
they shed their skin much too often
and the ones behind,
now try to fit
themselves in the skin left behind
they still slither their way onto our mirrors
a reflective virus
We have tried to dismantle, to cure
but still standing,
their clones with our clothes,
white and plastic
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