The Cutting-Room Floor
Something beautiful must be torn away
In order to see the beauty within
Lest my perception be led far astray
I dim the lights, distort my vision,
Assuring the audience all will be okay.
Unleashing an exhibition of lewd
Visuals, lurid deformities displayed,
Stitched in the fabric of something so crude.
The truth is that I’m not comfortable now,
Not ever, and I need to remove the pieces
That are superfluous to my empowerment
and the lessons that each word teaches
As I rip out the heart from the palette
The tongue is bestowed new florid pleasures.
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