Beautiful

can you cement my eyes?

make me a sleeping beauty and

wake me when this is through?

You pour fire over me,

chisel off the flakes of impurity

until i crumble,

with blackened body,

eyes melted to your throne.

You reach for me (burned and shaking)…

“Child, this is beauty.”

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