I spent a few minutes
Looking at pictures of pretty women,
Trying to see how I fit amongst them
It took me a minute to realize I didn’t.
Though ugliness was found inside the difference, only a second split before my decision that I was indifferent to my physical appearance and found flawed pieces perfectly packaged in each member of our species. Yet, beauty to beheld could be seen inside their shells when the tides hidden by their eyes would subside and expose fragility of an intimate kind.

So why am I terrified that you won’t find my pieces packaged perfectly, when the important pictures are aligned inside my mind rather than the outside?

My tide is always low
My mind naked and exposed
But all these shells I bare and show
Are shucked and thrown into depths unknown, to be left alone.

-SLuR