Beauty Be

An inner battle.

A mirror, cracked

like lightening

reflects emerald forest orbs

and fresh-cut locks

of a bleeding dark garnet.

Lips part, a red sea

and tiny white-robed people

can be seen between the rosey waves.

Little bumps dot sallow skin

like little spots of hardened tallow

on parchement.

Squeeze, pop, flick,

go the hard little dots.

Fingernails chewed nearly

to the veins

crash together like tiny plastic

symbols as they work

away the imperfections.

Step back, remove the paper from the glass.

Look - rouge blotches

where the little bumps once stood.

"Beautiful,"

a whispered plea.

"Beautiful I wish to be."

And then a stirring deep inside

where little silver sires hide

and then the bellows 

expand

and breath

the flames do lick, and heart strings

tease.

Little salted beads do grace

the tiny flushes of my face.

"Beautiful," a whisper be,

"Beautiful I am."

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

wow. certainly interesting and i like how everything flows. great job

[Pepsimax]

again, in my favourties with tantalize. i applaud your work it sets a higher bar for poerty to follow. well done :).