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Literary (Submission): Dysmorphia

10/14/2016 09:21:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Face
A lady, renowned as the fairest of all;
The kind every prince hopes to dance with at the ball

Mirror
A distorted reflection stabs her eyes
“You pale, hideous, grotesque witch!” she cries

Diamond
For perfection’s sake, on faults the sharp edge lands
She’s as broken as the diamond in her hand

Blood
Tracing down the veins where they once used to flow
Drops the color of lips drip until a pool grows

Mouth
A sour taste touches two lines forming odd shapes
Aggrieved, on a hollow cave her scream escapes