May 24, 2009 22:33
In the firelight, all I can see is her bald spot.
It's a reminder of how everything beautiful
Has an ugly underbelly
An ugly lovehandle
An ugly secret.
When only the embers remain,
it will no longer be visible;
the vision recreated,
reestablished,
once again in tact.
We can go on ignoring the facts,
and worshiping half the story.
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