The silver sheen of a broken dream
Two arms twisted around shattered bones,
Skeletal shape, dig deep inside to find
Nothing inside
Legs, ingrown around thorns where the roots
Were stolen, handmade versions of the perfect
Woman- destroyed
In the reflection, she smiles back at me
Though beyond that unmarked flesh
Is a burning anatomy
And the skin that wraps so tight
Is falling apart inside of me.
Carefully brushed strands, collapsing to
The ground, selectively permed lashes
Permanently damaged
There is no beauty to see here
Just an unspoken language
A cultivated scream.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
