A Cursed Inescapable Beauty

Quite Admirable

Eyes like a clear glass of  an uptown cafe medium caramel macchiato, with just a cloud foam of melted whipped cream.

Clinks of cubed-ice let the espresso waterfall down into the soft caramel. 

Hair like the endless waves cascading down the highest waterfall on Maui.

Some waves not like the others, curling ever so slightly to go through the rocks.

Cinnamon brown skin, that with the slightest touch of golden sun, she lights up as if Apollo graced our presence.

Though a walking grace is fragile,

Cursed to walk on broken glass with a smile. 

A world against this golden brown goddess, 

Beauty can’t protect her against all life’s injustices.

Beauty is an Inescapable Weakness

The male gaze, undeniable favor, always a front runner.

Sacrifice

As Gwen cries in agony for something, something of a burden

An iridescent black raven with an unbeknownst fractured wing,

A ballroom, the sea parts without warning,

You act unnoticed, like a feather among the breeze. Let the wind take you or be destroyed by the tornado. 

“You look beautiful”, a smile creeps slowly, though ever so gently as you accept your defeat. Cinderella can’t leave the ball it seems.

A never ending broken autonomy. You are never your own. You are a stunning image in time that is not and will not move. Won’t and can’t be anything more.

A raven is as beautiful until it falls,

Some people find beauty in death, trapped under the night sky until the end.

Encased in a glass wall, so thin your fingers won’t feel it’s slight touch, 

A wall that some people like to see as a glorifying armor, 

Pity on their souls, for they do not know

And we must understand that they never will. 

Nothing is heaven choice,

The wings of Nike in a glimpse,

Surface falling, winds turning

Olympus above

“Hello my dear friend”, Ares says in a slight grin I know all too well. 

“I love your hair”

“How are the curls defined?”

Do I not look black?

 Cato

She walks, 

Time stops. 

Eyes grace the floor,

An Absence of love.

Eyes of glass can’t see

A cursed existence now

But you are pretty?

Love?

I’m fighting in a losing battle,

Dead leaves turn to fringe green and my heart falls with the sunset.

A heaviness I’ve never known, a light I

Don’t know has faded

Almost out.

But don’t let fate win.

Take ahold of the reins,

Apollo in the sky,

The sun is rising again.

Ah but the fool,

The card looks me in the face, laughing horrendously at me.

With me.

Laughing at my innocence I should never trust,

Not anymore.

A white hand is not to trust.