everything is flawed,
and by everything,
i mean everything.
there is not a single thing
on the surface of the earth,
that is utterly perfect.
but flaws have so many hiding places.
some are easy to find.
some are deeply buried,
and won't be found
unless someone
digs
digs
digs
until the ugly truth is revealed.
YOU ARE READING
New Voice
PoesiaPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
