Grotesque

Guess who ought to be editing on her last day of winter break? Guess who's not editing?
P.S. Figment guys, HEART MY STORY 'GRAY GIRL'.
Anywho, I wrote a poem yesterday, or the day before, I don't know, and I wanted to post it to have an excuse not to edit. It's called 'Grotesque', and I warn you- it's grotesque. (shockingly)

Grotesque

All manner of ooze and vile filth

Gathered in the hall

Worms that crawled through mud

And spiders that creeped through blood

Monsters that ate flesh and hung it on their eyes

And birds that cawed and ate those eyeballs

In cannibal feather pies.

Caves that dripped with ooze and sweat

And were drenched in vomit too

The stench reeked from the mucusy blood

Where slime caked into goo.

But reigning more disgusting

And more evil than them all

I sat in filth on a throne of flesh

In the bloodstained hall.

If mud came out of my eyelids

And vomit out of my toes

If blood it stained my very skin

I could not be more gross.

You all know that you hate me

So don’t you try to hide it

You hate my every inch of life

And wish you could subside it

Hair grows on my very legs

And red boils on my face.

No dainty maid am I, for I

Think rights are mine to take!

I am no man, so who am I

To say that I am smart?

You think I am disgusting

Because I dare to love art.

You never understood me

And I know you never will.

In my world, I don’t look like filth

I am a young beauty still.

Yeah... Nonexistent readers, yell at me to go edit.

I'll post more some other time. I guess it's good my brain is so damn fried because I'm not filling the post with the usual crap I put in besides the poetry.

See ya later,

magic*esi

Grotesque

A poem about defiance against a world that sees me as grotesque

“You think I am disgusting

Because I dare to love art.

You never understood me

And I know you never will.”

January 2012