Hey all! SwordandPen here! This is a poem I wrote when I was in a really, REALLY bad mood. Later on I realized it could be applied to Speak. Please read and review. Any criticism is welcome.
Gazing into a mirror
With the kind of morbid fascination,
Where you want it to hurt,
But aren't brave enough to take up a knife
Dead brown eyes look back
Resting above sallow purple crescents
And below,
Raw, ripped lips hide her shame
They say it's superficial,
But how can it be,
When beauty so often paves the way?
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