Petrified MAG

By Willow A., Grass Lake, MI

     The bottoms of my feet are black,
Scorched from forest fires long ago.
My teeth are rotted, my face is scarred,
Carved into a joyous smile,
And in my eyes and down my cheeks
Run the deepest grain you’ll ever see.
My wormwood arms stretch toward the sky,
As if I dance, don’t ask me why.
“She’s solid!” they boast,
Yet inside I’m corrupt, corroded,
Infested to the core.
“She’s sturdy!” they say,
Yet they’ve severed my roots
And mangled my branches.
“She’s grand!” they cry,
Yet they’ve skinned me and
Turned me like stone.
I am petrified,
And they call it beauty

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i love this so much!

on Jun. 10 2015 at 2:35 pm
artsy_17 BRONZE, Pennington Gap, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow.

Beautiful words yet dreary. I'm sincerely sorry, but your not alone.....Trust me.

Kaili SILVER said...
on Jul. 17 2012 at 9:51 pm
Kaili SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
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I love it!!! It was a beautiful peice of writing to express an aweful feeling.


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