Every breath was tender.
Every beat complete.
Every inch of skin had not a flaw.
Underneath the scalp and full head of hair;
Crept ugly nasty thoughts no one knew were there.
Under perfect breasts a heart was so disturbed
By guilt and pain that flooded every crevice Until it they were filled.
From the outside you couldn't see inside,
And from the inside you wouldn't see outside.
So depending on side you saw
You could see beauty or the ugly truth.
Written by Evelyn Creon
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