Beauty is a death camp. The promise of pain. The last door that you close when you flee a fire. Beauty is a war. The broken heel. The sound of thousands of soldiers marching.

Beauty is the chorus. The whining voice. The human table set before the cannibal. Beauty is the door. The gun that fires blanks.

The garbage dump that hides the body.
The empty glass.
The invitation.
The bitch slap.

The bed house full of screwing Saints.

Beauty is the jackpot.
The abortion wire.
The occupation of the body.

Beauty is the knock up.
The knock off.

The knockdown.
Beauty is the Beast.

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