Fiction storytelling

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The mirror is just glass reflecting only what you see

Breaking shards while cutting lines

Why is perfection never staring back at me

Breaking fasts

Bing eating never lasts

Something, something, broken pieces on the floor

That skinny girl doesn’t live here anymore

The sirens don’t sing, the ring, blue and red

Fuck me

Another white room, my eyes are sunken inside my head

Straight jacket on, it falls to the floor

That skinny girl doesn’t live here anymore

Pills, pills and some dietary requirements

My body can’t move from out of this bed

The nurses sing, code red, code red

But my spirit says, it’s too late, my body is dead

This skinny girl doesn’t live here anymore

  I can’t find you anywhere

I can’t find you anywhere.

I’ve scoured the edges,

Created landscapes,

Left ribbons of red and footprints in mud.

I’ve gone to our favourite places, but I haven’t seen you once.

I still can’t find you anywhere.

The time is running short, I’m ready and I’m waiting.

I’ve got other places I want to resort.

The places that we’ve been too, are far and few a plenty.

Maybe you’ve seen me somewhere and forgot to let me know.

Maybe you’ve seen me somewhere,

And just let this anticipation grow.

Maybe you’ve seen me somewhere but only you knew where to go.

Maybe you’ve seen my keys because we really need to go!

  Climbing the corporate ladder

Kick them off

Send them off

Suit off

Better empty that coffee bladder

Carrot sticks and a celery diet

Where is your proposal letter?

Fuck me where is the PowerPoint on taking my own advice?

Joe, more coffee and cancel my 12 O’clock, I already told you twice

Ice, ice baby, something about a vanilla ice latte

Late nights and empty offices

Joe, my meeting at 4, have they arrived yet? Have you cleaned the floor?

Merci d’avoir pris l’avion pour Melbourne (Thank you for flying to Melbourne)

Ou est ton patron (Where is your boss)?

Short skirts, pant suits, high heels and red lips

Showing some skin to let them know I am in to win

I flick my hair, smack my lips and smile

I walk them into the gold room and sit at the head of the table