Look at me,
how can you?
You blind thief that corrupted my life.
You can’t, you horrible sinner.
My ugliness is beyond repair
but you cannot grasp the beauty
lingering beneath my eyelids,
and the greatness held in contempt
between my teeth.
It cannot be contained.
The pain is fierce
and I wish to be free—
free from this “beautiful”
that you unconsciously picture inside of yourself.
Free of the greatness that is locked away
in a hatchet buried
in the depths of your heart.
It is clamoring to escape.
Look at me,
you miserable beauty.
You’re undesirable to my senses and
I cannot breathe you in.
Inside of my lungs and in my thoughts,
you traumatize my words
and create love in my desperate mind—
begging for rescue.