Strip her bare

On the bathroom tiles,

Remove every layer

So gently, only to

Reach the core of

All that she has become.

Stare deep into

Those eyes,

Vacant windows

To the soul,

Undressed and ashamed

Of what they can

No longer hide.

Fear the image

Of what you might see,

But don’t be afraid,

For the pain

Only makes her

Human.

Strawberry gashes,

Laced with

A twisted perfection,

Carved into milky skin,

Drawn onto innocence

In its purest form.

Like a child, she sees

The hidden beauty,

Mixed

With so much insanity.

Every rule is broken

As you hold her,

Weeping

On the bathroom tiles.

You cry together,

Fearless and yet

So terrified,

But don’t be afraid,

For the pain

Only makes her

Human.

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©2005 Emma J J

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Hiya everyone, I noticed that Toni has posted a lot of poetry on here today (yay! hehe,) that is particularly based on subjects that effect society a great deal, so here's my version. It is based on true events, about a subject that I hold extremely closely to my heart for various reasons. I would appreciate any feedback though, as always. Thanks for reading, lv Fluff.