They say
she is a natural beauty
brown hair, eyes.
Skin so ivory.
All she sees are
cracks and pores.
Impurities and flaws
wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid
beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.
Oh she tries to sleep.
Her skin crawling with unknown identities.
They see the smile
their stepford grins
cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart
and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme
left to her own device
and without a single wink.
Loaded to go…
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Fragmented Mirrors Of My Mind. 