The inhabitants of the tundra
Are structurally sound
In fact they pass
Godless into window displays
How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
Has it brought you nearer to self abuse?
I am always pleased
By your gracious excess
Here, take this too
At times the folds of your skin
Shimmer like oil slicks
How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
Has it brought you nearer to self abuse?
I am always pleased
By your gracious excess
Here, take this too