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Blessed With Good Looks
There was a beautiful woman, who beamed brightly for all to see
She kept her clothes neat, her nails trimmed, her hair groomed
She smelled of lavender soap
Upon a glance she was aesthetically pleasing
But only she knew the flavor of her soul
No one was willing to taste
Desperation clouded the sunshine in the park
Her eyes grazed for another pair willing to meet them
Parched not for attention, not for lust
Her soul began to shriek, an ungodly howl, the sound of mourning
But no one stirred, no one looked
People looked upon her, but never inside,
Too afraid to pull back the curtains
Too dull to know she was there
All alone, confined by her own beauty
She cut off her hair
She ripped off her nails
She threw her clothes away
She took a hot iron, and made herself a new face
One that she could stand to look at in the mirror
Now he saw her
Every morning when he brought her little capsules of butterflies
He looked into her eyes
And he laughed
“Down the hatch”
And she saw it, a twinkle of understanding in his eyes
Not of lust
Or love
Or objectification
His eyes gave her compassion, and she drank it in, letting it quell her wailing soul
She dreaded his absence all day long
But he would come back
He was the only one who ever came back
Every morning, almost like clockwork
