BeastlyA Poem by Johanna Rae ReyerIn which all beautiful things are not what they seem.
What is beauty, without the beastly?
Beastly was the world; Shadows that moved, tattoo's that whispered their stories to you as you slept.
Trees and birds and air, Twisted and crooked.
Behind every beautiful thing, lurks the beastly that desires to be desired.
Beastly was the person; Whose veins ran black, and whose body sustained abuse and scarring.
The Beastly person who hides within us all, who cries tears of blood, and had never been loved.
Beastly is what we all are, twisted and bent and distorted.
The Beauty which has brainwashed us, has never been questioned before now; What do you think now?
Beauty is but a shallow reflection, designed to cover up unsightly things which we all possess.
But what is unsightly, if we are all unsightly?
The battle will proceed, until the twisted, mistreated outcasts revolt against the Beauty, and the tattoos can whisper to each other while you sleep. © 2013 Johanna Rae ReyerReviews
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