Thing of Beauty.
Object of Affection.
By droves of eyes
That break the skin.
Eyes that pull and tug and poke,
Until what’s left is twisted and misshaped.
Chewed up. Spit out. Left for scraps.
And they say,
What a Thing of Beauty, back in the day.
© Shyla Fairfax-Owen
2 thoughts on “Poem – Thing of Beauty”
Eyes that pull and tug and poke – I’m stealing that line. 🙂
Haha just be sure to credit me 😉