weak villanelle
Tue, 20 May 2008 at 12:23am
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I told myself
That I would reject my flaws
Because they made me ugly.
I could feel the cancer raising
Bulbous growths from my skin
And so I told myself this.
I held the scalpel tightly
And the incisions were precise and deep
Because I hated to be ugly.
In cutting off what I loathed
I hollowed out my life
For the reasons that I told myself.
When a voice echoed in emptiness,
And strange hands pulled me from my work,
I was seen as ugly.
Words whispered into my ear strengthen me,
And I cling to another to be led away;
I told myself painful things
Just because I’m ugly.
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2008-05-20
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macca
2008-05-21
I find this really beautiful somehow
Although there are parts I don't fully understand
+1 my friend