underneath the
setting sun and this
happy swimming surface
lies the darkest deeps,
the hidden complications
yet to be revealed
- persona non grata
can you love me at my worst,
the swollen morning ugliness
that arises next to you
with tangled hair
and revolting breath
the mirror-punching nights
when ugliness mocks me
one reflection at a time,
my own nails ripping and
clawing at my face
and ugly even now
trying so hard to seem
semi-beautiful
but my setting sun
enflames the ocean
a self-consuming conflagration
and suddenly
this happy swimming surface
produces a monster from
the deep
(Fire On The Ocean by George Hunter on saatchiart.com)
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