Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
Peeking is not allowed.
You want to see her?
Well you can’t.
Direct your attention instead to the façade standing before you
She’s much more appealing.
She was created to be such
The woman hiding behind is encased in my heart
And the curtain-my body.
If you want
You see glimpses of her interwoven in the scars flecked across her skin
Sins carefully, seductively whispered
The thin white lines caressing her proportions
The tears in the curtain
Yielding true tales of what lie her life has become
But don’t look
Because they can’t.
Pull back the curtain and what would you think?
Scared, scarred, would you be jarred?
Will the darkness creep in…
Will the sunshine seep in…
Or is the curtain rusted in place?
We tried, we can’t.
Instead, lie in wait.
Maybe I can.