I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When wild flowers decorate my vacant crown,
and moss plumes from my empty sockets.
I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When the breeze invites gentle blades of grass to caress my naked bones,
and the tender sun gradually bleaches me a pristine white.
I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When I have shedded my disgust,
my hate,
and my selfishness along with my skin.
I hope to find eternal comfort in the blessings insects bring me with their antennae and wings atop my fleshless figure.
I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When I can finally rest,
and make myself at home in the warm,
rich soil.
I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When I can feel the sound of God humming through the ground.
And taste the colors of the sky without moving.
I can't wait until I am beautiful.
When I can't distinguish the earth from myself,
and not mind it in the slightest.
I will become beautiful,
one
day
at
a
time.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
