Considered Beauty
We tell ourselves,
of rituals and rights,
man made excite,
creating rotten cores,
righteous in wander,
studied still the corpse,
with a thirst as mine,
considered beauty,
would never sate,
my appetite.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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