Poem 01: Perfection In Plastic.
Perfection sung for me,
gorgeous but deceiving;
playing tunes
from open wounds
as if pain promised healing.
Plastics, drugs, and lasers;
implants, papers, and money;
a chorus of strife
that sang of life
sweet, but fatal, like honey.
"You'll be pretty", they played;
"No more imperfection";
"No pain, no gain"
like pouring rain;
chords tainting my reflection.
"For the flatter", they sang;
"Beauty deserves a chance".
I played the song
and sang along;
in pins and pills, I danced...
Perfection sung for me;
notes of deafening sounds...
a taunting duet;
my life's regret;
in lies and grief, I drowned.
With stained cuts, I hummed;
singing "beauty", I wept.
I withered away
in tunes of gray;
in bleeding not
Kellsyy
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