The Poor Wretch

Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust, Dragged wailing into a reproachful life Child of wrath and sloth and lust All she will ever know is Strife Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows Starving slavering mouth unfolds Engulfs the world and then it Swallows Gawky appendages waver against a cruel ill wind A map of veins slides beneath brittle wrists Starfish fingers strain to hold at bay An onslaught of constant demoralizing Dismay Ugliness lies etched in every curve and line Defiling the beauty that might have been Ashamed and fearful of her own reflection She skulks in soothing shadow hoping to remain Unseen