Is she still beautiful when she's screaming at the top of her lungs
Is she still beautiful when her blood boils black in her veins, poisoning the air she breaths
Twisting and turning through an elaborate maze of bones and organs.
Is she still beautiful when you hear the crack of her bones
Weary brittle bones, ready to crumble into a million fragments
Ready to break
Is she still beautiful when she pours with tears
Enough to fill oceans
Does her skin glow while she tears herself apart
Limb by limb
Does your heart race when she rips her own heart out
Time and time again
Just to make you smile
Is she still beautiful
While she falls apart
Intestines hanging from her stomach
The perfect noose for a tired girl
Is she still beautiful as her skin turns inside out
Devouring her thoughts
Puss seeping from her eyes
Blood pouring out of her skull
Then,
Is she still beautiful?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
