Not Pretty Enough

A short poem of an individual falling into madness, as they obsesses and destroy a girl who they believe to mirror their own inadequacies.

You're no doll,
nor a belladonna  

But, fear not sweet cherub...
you're mine...

body sculpted in fine porcelain,
and hair of black night,

You'd be Snow white, if not for your wretched voice,

and clumsiness.

So, please allow me to bind you...
love you, and rework you...

In doing so, I shall start with,
those fine red lips-which fail to sing sweetly.

Sewing them shut, and...
repainting them a softer a shade of pink...

Just STOP-Stop...
those pitiful cries, and allow me
your humanity...

Your cries beneath my calloused hands shall cease,
and your body-ethereal white-will for a moment
writhe, and wither, and degrade.

But, like the princess herself,

I'll entomb you within a glass casket.

So, lay upon a bed of rose, as I run

with deft fingers,
thread between your ivory joints...

locking you in place, your safety 

shall remain with me...

My dearest Snow...Snow white,
no one has ever wanted you-

Thus let it be said that I answer your tears with my own
and  my embraces....

Reviews

[Mark Mendoza]

Captivating and Brutally perfect

[songstress]

Thank you so much, I truly appreciate it.

[Mark Mendoza]

No problem i will be keeping eyes
on your writing

[Alfred Kukitz]

Enchanting, a kind of diabolical eerieness, that beckons the reader to read more.

Regards,
Al

[OneAmongstMany]

A chilling and provocative read, a depressingly profound commentary on how we bring down others to mask our own failings.

There is a silky flow to this poem, each line rolls seamlessly into the next. Great job, keep it up!

[songstress]

Thank you for the review. I appreciate the thoughts behind it.