Something Beautiful

you took and put your own ugliness on it. You painted it
black with your fears and insecurities. You punished it
for being kind, for loving you. You pushed it away
and then screamed ****** ****** when it did not

call. You tested its strength every day to see how far it would go, how long it would hang on. It drove you to madness,
its perfection. You had to find a flaw. You drove it to madness
by breaking it down into decimals. And still you didn’t get

the point. You hung it outside in the freezing cold until
it was stiff. Didn’t you get rageful when it didn’t thaw as
quick as it used to. It wouldn’t snap back into place this
time. It was your second biopsy. You remember

it like yesterday. It felt like this time you pushed it
all the way into the black hole. You found something else
to fill the cavity, something that wasn’t sweet. Nothing would taste that sweet again.