Lovely LadiesLovely ladies are we. Innocent and pure Fresh, fragrant just like daises That mist over the funerals. Cover overThe burnings of the bodiesTo expose that we areFrail and insecure,Sickly, our brittle bonesWalk the streets. Dropping, fallingBreaking. Bleeding. Pleading. Lord above our cursed heads, Bless us from this dreaded plague. Lord above, please hear our prayer, Cleanse our souls from this despair.Rosary and Rosemary, Pray to get us through this curse, But prayerCan only make it worse.We carry the cross Above our heart,Bathe in the waterThat set us apartFrom life and death,We shall come.Limber in limbo,Crawling to run.I look in the mirror...This dreaded thing clings to my skinLike rain,Crushes my ribsLike my corset, Clogs my throat,Like this acrid smoke.Lovely ladies are we, Bursting boils cover us, Bruises further destroy us, Death turns us to ash, then dust.