what would you do if my beauty
turned not beautiful to you?
if the only lingering conscience that you have-
the only thread of your heart
that you found in me- disappeared-
you wouldn't still be here. wouldn't be staring-
wouldn't be confessing your undying love to me.

fool. i'll soon enough burn it to the ground-
this shell that encages me- this appearance
that the glass turns a light to- casts a smile upon-
time will drag it away-
in it's claws- in its teeth- dripping with blood-
what will you do then?
what will you do when the flower petals that you cherish-
rot- decay- fall away- and get swept down the stream of mud?

surely, you'll disappear. go ahead and deny it-
try to find your footing with other possibilities- other fragments
of beauty that you find within me-
ha. you're as plastic and transparent than most of them-
i could never give you enough- this flesh was not meant to bend
for you- and in those positions i would never lie- i'd get too bored
and find something more poison to consume
than your lines.

-a.