s a c r e d s i l e nc e

s e pt

why is beauty defined in the eyes of the beholder?

in the beholder's eyes, I am but a speck of dust

Cruel words were spilt onto my skin,

slashing the flesh, painting it crimson

swallowing the pain like a

p i l l

I've never fought back,

I am nothing but a

shrill

         s c r e a m

I cut the air in two

what have I become?