the first cut
by Laura Doom
Beauty, they say, is only skin deep.
Well, I'm nothing
if not thick-skinned;
and you in the flesh,
a presence too intense,
spirit me away.
you peel the nerves
that roll my eyes.
In this act of blind faith, you say
there is purity within me
and on your breath
deserted, deathwish desiccated,
I dared a glance half-hearted
under cover of weakness,
a probe of darkness,
unravelled the matrix of self-obsession;
anatomy of anathema
that consumes and consumates
that squirms and writhes in terror
at the crucifix of beauty.
held in your vice
my pores secrete urea.
in the mind of the beholden,
exuding doubt, a bleat of stains
upon the flowing waterwhite dress of perfection,
sterilizing me as I bend
to bridge stagnant puddled dreams,
and kiss the shit-spattered boots
that condescension envies.
A twist of faith
or a leap of fate?
I have a consultation
with the devil.
Posted on 07/08/2004
Copyright © 2020 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/16/04 at 02:25 PM|
'a twist of faith
or a leap of fate?', In the end they tantamount to same.But then where does this lead to on the scale of time? Good or bad? Or good leading to the bad and bad to the good and so on. Events can not be separated in terms of good or bad. Bad can be the begining of good.
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/14/04 at 02:45 AM|
*punches the top ratings.* mmmm... laura poetry... mmmm... this is one of my favorites from you, kitten. i *HEART* the lead in to the ending. the whole thing freaking rocks.
|Posted by Mara Meade on 08/15/04 at 07:37 PM|
raw beauty with the twist exposed... this is an incrdible write.