I was given an assignment
to write from a new perspective
—to bring beauty to something
conventionally unpleasant.
Didn't know what to write about
'til I bumped into you.
I saw a monstrous tower
that billowed out smoke,
in delightful patterns
that blotted out the oak;
passed by a ghost town
where knowledge used to thrive,
but these days people seem
to have lost their drive;
these eye sores held nothing
to the monstrosity that is you.
They say beautiful things
are alarming and to me this is true.
Hid your poison in your pocket
and then turned and withdrew
You have no concern
for people you remove
You thought you'd destroyed me
and I'd thought so too
turns out transformation
can be more haunting than you.
All that you slew
was a past version of me
and now that you see
what you can no longer pursue
you pull out that poison
veiled in charm and sweet dew.
But you mistake me for a fly
when in truth, it is you
who is royally screwed.
YOU ARE READING
Juvenilia ✔/ a Nonfiction Undergraduate University Collection
Non-FictionA collection of poems, essays, seminars, and other miscellaneous papers from my Undergraduate Degree in English Literature with a concentration in Creative Writing and minors in Classical History and Publishing. ju·ve·nil·i·a noun 1. works produced...
