Defaced

I failed to see beauty, utmost

Turned into an image, beaten down

Fleeing from my growing back

A monstrous hump was formed

I turned into a statistic, a run down Motel where

You lift the bed and bring your own sheets

I turned into a statistic,

Cloaked in deranged pity

And my soul awoke one day, found my

Body bleeding under a pillow case

My soul wasted no time on me

My soul didn’t pair well with my

Memories

Memories that turned me into

The most heinous, biggest ball of

Guilt there ever was

Defaced by an untamed scratch

Defaced by a tongue needing to cool

And all around me were strings

Getting pulled

Clburdett, 2015