Vulnerable at Its WorstA Poem by OmilyA poem.I am vulnerable at its worst Naked You trace the concave jut of my neck And eye the timid weight of my thigh I can't fake it I can't mask anything With make-up or plastered smiles Or a sunny disposure Through steel clouded skies You can see me The ugly The tucked away defects All exposed, A terminal wreck, When you x-rayed my bones And the marrow of my soul You saw this masterpiece of deformation Naked.
And your irises speak to me in reflections Rejecting my bitter insecurities As though Michelangelo crafted my humanity You tell me: It's the breathing model of perfection. All you see of me is naked. © 2010 Omily |
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Added on March 13, 2010 Last Updated on April 3, 2010 AuthorOmilySt. Louis, MOAboutI'm an English major at a university somewhere. I like writing. more..Writing
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