Shell

[Prissypants]

Who tore out your good
And strip mined your soul?
Under your perfect porcelain skin,
you're criss crossed with scars.
They hide so well under the fog you throw
but every now and then they bubble to the surface.
And I watch helplessly as the last of your diamonds
Flow down old tracks
and wet the floor at your feet.

[fable]

your sig is terrible but im feeling your prose, but perhaps some punctuation would help, in regards to helping people read it, the way you mean it to sound?

thx fo sharing

peace+respect
fable