Beautiful Monstrosity
I never understood how some people could be called beautiful
When their stepping stones were other's pain and their eyes reflected a burning hatred
Shoved onto the crumpled forms of others as their only passion in life.
I can't fathom why someone looked straight into those fiery eyes and said,
"Beautiful,"
Because to me, nothing looking more like a monster.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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