beauty and the beast :GRAPHIC:

mirrors are flawless til observed ~ yet beauty dwells in a broken shard 

yelled the beast stabbing it into his eyes ~ i’m beyond horribly scarred 

still he laughed quite menacingly ~ as his aqueous humour discharged 


#aqueous humour# (i’ll let you look it up) hms

By David Kavanagh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Kalita Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 12:59 AM
The lines remind me of Dr. Faust's struggle with two angles, I prefer lines of physcholigal interpretation with irony.Shorr and precise. Rightly said by the legend" brevity is the soul of wit."
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 9:53 AM
Thank you Silpika, I always try be as brief and direct as possible with my words wherever possible, sometimes admittedly to my own detriment, a wordplay here but one with a pretty disturbing message, cheers David
Anaya Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 9:11 PM
Brutal reality. Disfigured and emotionally scarred, haunted to the extremities, blurred are the lines between dreams and realities, harms himself. Phantom of the Opera, wearing a mask to hide his disfigurement his focus in another direction. Is there a question here, his true nature? or was he “driven” to insane measures. The intricate web of David’s mind. a mind-bending Monoku
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 19, 2024 at 4:53 AM
Desperate times can call for desperate measures Anaya, I like to experiment with both sides of reality, dark and bright it’s never one size fits all, but this one was mainly a wordplay with a darker message embedded, thanks again, cheers David
Buhagiar Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 9:44 AM
You use words to convey ideas and comparisons. Well done.
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 1:42 PM
I do have a penchant for wordplays Victor, and try take them as deep as they go, cheers David
Rodgers Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 6:55 AM
Hello David, This is a haunting exploration of inner turmoil and the perception of beauty amidst darkness. It seems that the juxtaposition of the flawless mirror and the broken shard reflects the complexity of self-image. I like how the beast's actions convey a desperate attempt to confront his own reflection, highlighting the torment of self-loathing. Yet, amidst the pain, there's a chilling sense of acceptance and defiance. Using imagery and wordplay creates a visceral impact, leaving a lasting impression. Excellent Poem! - Blessings, Daniel
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 8:06 AM
Heya Daniel I can only imagine in your line of work you see quite a lot of this self loathing, sometimes the effects of gaslighting, other times societal pressures, the victim believes they are a (beast) and can be driven to desperate measures, were self harming becomes the only release from internal suffering, but is only short lived, cheers David
Lane Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 6:30 AM
Monoku wizardry, David. Not all reflected in a mirror is as it may seem, especially in a broken shard... distortion. Unseen is the beauty within a beast of any sort. Shimmering can be the reflection as in the rippling of a lake surface or the wavers of dated glass. Not the flaw of the beast, but the flaw of the mirror.
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 1:49 PM
I do try Lin, but I find some beasts have no redeeming qualities ;)
Lane Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 10:28 AM
Thank you, Dilly. David, it's always worth looking past outward appearances to find what may be the best part of a person.
Kavanagh  Avatar
March 18, 2024 at 7:55 AM
Heya Lin, a disturbing one for sure, and you are right sometimes the mirror (society, social media) can be flawed and lead to all kinds of body dysmorphia, and create the beast within us, thanks so much for seeing past the distortion, cheers David
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