Atrocity
I stole the silver lining
from the clouds above
and wove them into a mantle
for my bare shoulders
no longer will wishes come true
this atrocity realized
the heavens opened
crying sparkling tears
these I beaded on a
golden thread for my neck
when darkness came, I pulled
the twinkling stars from
the night stitching them
into a flowing skirt
using the crescent moon
as a tiara for my hair
for these sins I am damned
instead of creating something
beautiful, I pillaged it
selfish, narcissistic, envious
of beauty beyond my own
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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