Cleansing the Ugly
When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind
Oh the broken pieces
They struck the floor this morning at dusk
Cutting my toes
Leaving butter and blood to intermingle
Like cutting away at human flesh
To match this unreachable goal
Of societies defined beautiful people protocol
Cast it
It is because of this
the last tear rolls down this deadened cheek
overwrought with no outlet for my own expression
numbed to nothingness
I do not feel the tear which
runs down the length of my silent body onto the floor
My heart, My lungs. Covered in your
superficial dust
Seeping through the crooks and cranny
Launder my wrinkled brow
Polish the dirtied regions of my soul
To become unsoiled
Cleanse me from my sins
Make me right
To the godforsaken cruel reddened world
Oh virtuous grace, I can never be
Exactly right now can I
To be like sparkling jewels
Like the crystals hanging from my window
Iridescently dappled
Flecking the floor with pure light
Until they too
Fall
Continuing this desire to meet it in the end
WE ALL FALL
Almost like a faerie princess
I glimmer
Oh my eyes
How lifelessly they shimmer
Tear apart my ribs
‘for
For a smaller waist
Bitterly
My heart harbors a deep sorrow
I wear the blackest pearls
Locked away in my room
Bandaged, Hidden, Monster-like
Hard to breathe
Just
Few more weeks
And
The splendor of plastic
Will pretty much
Pretty the ugliest molecule in me.
Or what is left
In this empty vessel
I have drowned
In my own tendencies to be shallow
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