As she dies
she is reborn
her decaying flesh falls away
A new skin, her blood and tears
begin a new story
but the pages stick together
and no one reads
so they know only the dying girl
and wonder why she is so sad
the rotting flesh, blood and tears sicken
so they look away
and will never see her,
Me
(the picture is a Beksinski painting, and I felt that it illustrated the poem)
she is reborn
her decaying flesh falls away
A new skin, her blood and tears
begin a new story
but the pages stick together
and no one reads
so they know only the dying girl
and wonder why she is so sad
the rotting flesh, blood and tears sicken
so they look away
and will never see her,
Me
(the picture is a Beksinski painting, and I felt that it illustrated the poem)
