I'm sitting here with a full face.
Waiting for a man.
I have a full face because I am seeing his man-friends soon.
He will walk to my house and escort me to them
My little Prince Charming.
His buddies are dear and sweet
At first
But then it hits their head
They see nothing but veins and red
I have half a face that the eye cannot see
My charming is meat and meat he shall be.
His companions are vultures who weaken me.
Who tear my very body to shreds with their blood shot eyes.
With their claws
And with their beaks
leaving nothing but a
rib cage.
And I
am half a face
Them, they cannot see
Half a face is half a whole.
A face is a face
To the men.
