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Rebecca on the Vine

by Nicole Assenza

Her beauty is a sickly one
Like a fake fruit
Delectable until its wax
Then it’s real again
But it’s always been wax
She knows
She’s fake
But she knows she’s
Rotting right now
I look at her and know
Her beauty is a sickly one
But beauty none the less
Even when I hate the way
She smiles at the ones
Who can’t eat her
And hate her for it
In that she is immortal
Being passed around
Like a tainted pomegranate
Her fragility is alluring
Her beauty is a sickly one

04/21/2006

Author's Note: I can't save her from spoiling herself. I love the girl, really, I do. She's just so pretty.

Posted on 04/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/08/06 at 03:27 PM

hmmm. this reminds me of two different girls. One, the type who's pretty in high school, but people can't look past her prettiness to see she's in dire pain. I knew a girl like that. I knew several girls like that, who make bad life decisions because they're so desperately in pain and they need something or someone, or so they think, to make them feel better. the other type of girl is the girl who, is still pretty and such on the outside, but they reject "prettiness." Instead, they're in love with pain and the macabre. Their heroes are the type who have committed "romantic" suicide, and they're values are just completely eschew. I've known both types of girls, both with this outward alluring quality, but inside they are striving for something better, because they've never known better.

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