Cinderella Syndrome.

A girl so gnarled and contorted
by her own vanity
was left twisted and arched by the
vengeance of the gods.
(Pride was proud to swallow you
whole)

Every joint out of place, every
oriface laced shut with tendons and
muscle. Beneath her pale, ashen skin
unknown creatures shrieked and clawed
at her insides.
(Your demons were feral as they consumed
you)

Ink black tears pooled behind her
sealed lids, visions of disease and
infection swirled within her sockets.
(You were blinded by your self lust,
a face that would make an angel
fall, gladly)

She relived every prick, prod, slice
and knick that she ever asked for,
this time without the unforgiving haze
of Anesthesia. 
(Doctors were gods in your laminated
eyes)

She is  an example for all those
who may be tempted by impossible
earthly perfection.
(Statue of imperfection. A beautifully
fucked up mess)

But even through all of this torture and
pain as punishment for her vanity,
her heart still twitched for more.
(It is in our nature to desire what we
cant have)