Conversation 17

                                                                                            (Written by dasiamari, and Cspr.)


They say true beauty lies within,
But they try to force it out
And they hate those who try to slice it out.

So we bask in their sunlight, weak and weary,
And try not to fix it with the apothecary.
As their minds’ eyes twist and change,
Forcing even the contortionist to break.

So she wears a blue gown;
as she stands down.

Forcing her beauty out
They lie,
Scattering their mis-truths and horror-shows,
As they fire!
Hurt!
Mock!
Maim!
And no one says a thing, because how can they?
Do and die,
Don’t and die.
It all ends the same .

So she becomes a taloned bird
No one can tame such as so.
And the ground yawns.

She steps down now,
And they feel relief.
But she got hers, relief,
Their relief.
Horror at a thought so different from before.

She revels.
She can fix this,
So different from the woman with the brand-face,
She can do it simply,
And apathy becomes her vice,
Cruelty her favorite dagger.

So congratulations, new weak and weary,
You have made your monster,
And she is beautiful