voiced

she likes them to fight back in her way
your last breath should fit parameters,
maid of Prada’s best
accomplished minion, faking it of course

careful, sweets, don’t rub my shoulder
the wrong way, blade’s a’waiting

moon’s need of a beautiful new scar, one
that doesn’t contravene her
craving for perfection’s granite
face, tranquil in dimensions’ turn

careful, sweets, don’t touch this blade,
its response is pointed inward