Ugly
Ugly
as the mirror fragments sealed.in a mask upon my face
No, Ugly
Like the shattered remains of a broken moon admist a nighttime eclipse
No more
No, Ugly
As in cracked nails peeling flesh from scarlet veins
No, Ugly
As in pus fillex boils in the midst of gang green
No, Ugly
Because I would rip the skin from another
wear it to be seen as not such
No more.
This body cannot take more as its insides harden and
hollow and is nothing but an animation
No more
As unshed tears burn the back of my throat
No, Ugly
As in when I look in the mirror I don't see beauty.
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