What the Monster Could Not See

His face betrayed, words devoid of meaning.

When presented before broken beauty,

the taste of language left him –

once so soft against his lips:

ripe peaches to his senses.

Such a cruel world is this,

that he stands before a blackened sea;

and bruised and tarnished he cannot

see that what was there in broken beauty

is what makes us.

What else was there

when words were not enough

to convey a bitter soul,

lost and a heart broken?

Like the Monster, bereft,

he can only leave.

He was soon borne away by the waves

and lost in darkness and distance.


Credit to Jennifer Vennall. All rights reserved. 

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