Oh, creature of stone-gray, of memory dim,

We cataloged feathers and measured the limb.

We speak of your numbers, a bountiful cloud,

A shade that once darkened the farmer's field, loud.

You knew no real threat but the sky's sudden blight,

So numerous, trusting, you took easy flight.

Your vast, beating heart was your great undoing,

A slow, endless harvest, no one pursuing

Conservation or caution, n...

This is how bleeding leads to beauty

You start off spending hours in front of the mirror

Pointing out all your imperfections and asking yourself questions

Why am I not skinny

Why are my ears so huge

Why am I so pale

You eventually leave the mirror only to return to the world of judgement

Whispers

You hide in the bathroom

Vomit into the toilet

Come back out and look in the mirror

You see a sad ...

This is how

Bleeding leads to beauty,

How freedom

Comes from pain

The cross

Is naught but torture,

Yet gave

Me all to gain

It's the scars

On hands so perfect

And the

Wound in His side

That keep me

Mindful of my actions

And shameful

Of my pride

It's the grace

In eyes so tender

That reaches

Out for me

A mercy

Undeserved that

Reminds me

That I'm free

It's how

Bleeding leads to beauty,

How freed...

I have seen more dead things

Than my eyes dare accept.

I have watched birds

Break open beneath the

Wheels of cars, and thought:

This is what God intended.

A rabbit drowning

In its own blood

Clamped in the jaws

Of a tiger.

Soft white fur,

A cloud in hell.

So tragic—

So beautiful

You cannot look away.

This is how bleeding leads

To beauty….

So desperate to be prey,

To belong to someon...

I take my hand in yours and intertwine the two

My other hand will be in complete control of you

This dance is quite easy to learn

All you have to do is let me yearn

I’ll be very careful , you have my word

Please pay no attention to what you have heard

The rumors of my troubled past aren’t true

They think they know me but they haven’t got a clue

Enough about me and more about you

I bet your fa...

June was the longest year of my life.

The Moirai conspired to show me how different paths would play out.

On the day of reckoning,

I stood at the altar,

Calling upon false gods.

My voice turned to hushed whispers,

Then a broken prayer—

God began to sound like my mother,

Tone-deaf lullabies, swaddled in codependency.

Even though the chord had been cut for twenty five summers,

I still cannot breath...

I’m getting cosmetic surgery

Hope the doctor gets it right

Lines and wrinkles go away

Save that for when I’m old and gray!

My neck looks like a turkey

I want it smooth and tight

With all the money I’m spending

The doctor, better get it right !!

Bleeding leads to beauty

So,I must go under the knife

I have to do it now

Or,regret it all my life!

Also getting a nose job,

My nose is as long as ...

This is how bleeding leads to beauty…

A tree root tumor around my heart

That’s what you were

So intertwined with me heart

That it seemed to be the reason it beat

Yet you continue to march to the beat of your own drum

You planted your roots in my heart

And used them to grow and anchor

Taking all the vital nutrient from my heart

But l began to wither as you continued to flourish

You chopped down...

this is how bleeding leads to beauty—

when I travel the rugged plains on your wrists

the ones I long to kiss

and sew shut

so your love

doesn’t fall to the ground

anymore

because there are other doors from which beauty comes

and I want to show you that bleeding sometimes means healing too...