Vicious Beauty

April 16, 2012
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If I didn’t want beauty
I could rest easy
But it’s like a disease
It lives as long as I life
If I were a murderer
The first I’d kill is this part of me
It makes me live as an angry paradox
The war with myself rages
An explosion of shades of red
When I try to sleep at night
The battle denies rest
Wires prying my eyelids shut
Won’t stop my obsessed self
In a room of pillows,
Arms locked in a strait jacket
And that stubborn part of me
Still wants a beautiful face, a beautiful body

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