Casey Shail
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Naive
I am cursed with the ability
To see the good in everyone.
I have seen the blinking halos
Atop the heads of angels who have
Succumbed under the devil's preachings.
Encountered, firsthand, evil people
Who continue to wreak havoc
Because it never fails to get them noticed.
Pondered over the excuses,
Hoping with all my heart
That truth is left swimming on the shallow surface.
I have turned my head,
Refusing to side with the angry,
The bitter and the broken.
I don't want to see the light
In those who kill the innocent
And break hearts.
Growth
Nature blooms over every inch of her.
Cascading from the skin of her legs,
To the darkness between them.
A different girl looks back at her
Every day in the mirror.
Each one more grown than the last.
The claws of a tiger sink deep into her thighs,
Covering youth that once survived beneath the surface
In never-ending scars.
Pieces of herself shed,
Met with unbearable torture,
And no ending in sight.
Flowers grow from her chest
And swell as the years go by,
Awaiting pollination.
Beauty and strength emerge
From a place deep within her soul,
A passion which never before existed.
She ignites the world behind her,
All the while avoiding blades of glass
That fall in her path.
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