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1

Madness is Beautiful.

Destruction is Beautiful.

Everything is Beautiful

...in its own time.

I allure through the epitome of each.

2

I have not seen him

in quite some time.

He sleeps above me

whistling through the past

to hit me square in the back.

With his turpentine dagger

he draws a reconciliation

without consent.

3

See it shine.

Shine down on me.

Blinding burdens

missing for so long.

She caresses my bruising body

comforting and pricking

all at once.

4

Your screeches resonate hours after silence

curdling my soul in disgust.

Everything about you repulses me.

How can you ask me to love

a thing equivalent to the

centipede crawling up the walls

skittering away at any sign of disturbance.

Pitiful and pathetic,

wounded and annoyed,

I don't care if your mother never loved you.

I don't care that you crave approval of your peers.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.

I am not the one.