Aphrodite

A girl sits on a hospital bed, 

a smile on her face.

Little does she care her fears will be met

when she finds out why she is a disgrace.

She is dying, 

Yet not afraid of what is coming.

We all thought she was lying 

when she said society is crumbing.

It falls in pieces lying all around,

For in actuality there was much to be found. 

Pieces of dignity lie among pieces of that beauty. 

She was Aphrodite before our society came in with its cleaver and nails.

She needed to show more skin, 

they said with a grin.

She could be a little... less plain.

So she learned that the knife and syringe would be her way out.

She wasn't allowed to cringe, for she would remain this way without a doubt.

No beauty was left.

Just plastic and bones.

The goddess of love still didn't fear god up above. 

The solid mattress of the hospital bed

would be her last 

before the fates would snip her thread.