~
The weight of Mount Olympus
lies sepulchred
on the bridge of my nose.
This is where
the goddesses live.
They tell me
I am beautiful.
I do not believe them--
for I am a freak of nature.
{How much for a nose job?}
When first they beheaded the
sweet, purple blossoms
that lived inside of me,
I had thought their actions kind,
for only the loveliest stems
are unearthed from their beds
so that their anatomy
may be arranged
in golden vases
like Van Gogh's sunflowers.
Little did I know
that each of the silken petals
lining the lonely depths
of my soul
would be ripped apart
by your selfish,
take-never-give
hands.
{Love me not}
What's in a name
if all the roses
are dead?
Ironic,
how they will
beat the bush to potpourri
and then expect her
to thrive in their presence.
They burned me
before I could burn them.
{Controlled Forest Fires}
I fall apart
like the tree branches
that bestrew the rain-torn asphalt.
The remaining pieces of me
have swept away with
the bluster,
delivered to you
on your doorstep
in an array of
misshapen puzzle pieces.
Each of them
are the colour of the sea;
to put me together again
will be a gruelling errand.
And to be quite frank,
I do not think you
are up to the task.
(You were the one who broke me
in the first place,
remember?)
{Oops-a-daisy?}
How do you expect
me to breath
when my lungs
are comprised with the
very matter of hurricanes?
{Category 5}
Out of the woods,
but the light is foreign to me.
{Allegory of the Cave}
Best watch out
for those gravediggers,
dearie--
how they would love
to bury a freak like you.
The river lilies
stand like tombstones
at my ankles--
do you see how even
nature itself has
prophesied my drowning?
Wishes catch in my throat
like disoriented dandelion seeds,
sink into the grooves of my teeth
like saltwater taffy.
Oh,
what I wouldn't give
to shake this earth
from my bones
the way a bird shakes the rain
from its water-logged feathers.
What it must be like to fly,
I muse.
What it must be like
to abandon this nature
for a kinder one.
Image Source:
Girl running through forest with flowers in hand .(n.d.).[image] Available at: http://fairytale-christmas.tumblr.com [Accessed 21 Jan. 2019].
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