Unnatural Selection

“There is a comfortability

to the madness.

A numbness I have always known.

This is me –

this girl you see.”

Though in a woman’s form she is presented,

she just cannot fashion

a life in this way.

She does not mature.

She cannot fit into form to anything less

than a raging meteorite –

one that is barreling down

an unknown, erratic path

towards the crux of humankind.

Her pain is magnificently great –

a grotesque malformation to her being.

Never can a smile ever wash across her lips.

Never again, it seems.

Grief had come;

and he had stolen away the remainder of her hope.

Her mouth sewn shut,

so as not to expel anymore toxicity around.

And they had placed a scarlet veil over her face –

the repulsion of her ugliness

could fracture even the most confident of jewels.

“How can I be of an unnatural creation

without having a source from which to come from?

Just who is my creator?

And who the hell is to answer for my universal burning?”

Oh, her sacrifices have been great!

But if without a purpose,

was it all then just a cruel trick of the hand?

Her moments now rattled in

seclusion;

isolation.

Hibernating away from an uncaring world.

How ignorance turns the heavy hands of time.

A loveless life bestowed upon her,

yet the purest of beauties pulses through her heart.

A saddened widow of a soul –

her place cannot be found.

Confusion turns to insanity

as a dense nothingness overwhelms her senses.

Desolation.

A dreary fog of depression consumes her -

swallowing the humility,

the dignity,

that she grasped so tightly to

for such a long time.

Her light is growing dimmer.

Is this now the end?

The Falling,

from her barren place here on earth,

stings like a damaged nerve.

She is a menacing nuisance to their conformity –

and is now deemed an unnecessary stain.