Submissions by Corrin_Leann
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Skin Deep
My mom always told me,
"Baby, you are beautiful."
I usually didn't know how to reply,
so a simple smile was always my go to.
A simple smile that spoke more than 1000 words as thoughts in my head sprang to life.
Questions with no real answer because in her mind I was a walking model.
But through my eyes,
I was but a mere speck of dust on a runway full of goddesses.
Flawless creatures with not an imperfection on their skin.
Imperfectionless beauty that seems to be almost too perfect.
Unbelievable.
Too much to bear as I stare in awe...
"Baby, you are beautiful."
I usually didn't know how to reply,
so a simple smile was always my go to.
A simple smile that spoke more than 1000 words as thoughts in my head sprang to life.
Questions with no real answer because in her mind I was a walking model.
But through my eyes,
I was but a mere speck of dust on a runway full of goddesses.
Flawless creatures with not an imperfection on their skin.
Imperfectionless beauty that seems to be almost too perfect.
Unbelievable.
Too much to bear as I stare in awe...
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Endless
Searching.
Non-stop.
Hours upon hours of endless looking.
Walking.....for miles.
No car cause the money was long spent.
Your job?
Gone, cause you cant keep your fingers where they need to be.
The constant itch causing them to feed into the impulses your brain unknowingly sends to them.
You cant stop it, because before you know it its done.
The inside of you doesnt reflect on the out,
Because the real you is on the inside trying to claw their way out.
To rip apart this outer shell they call you, but its not.
Your screaming inside, ...
Non-stop.
Hours upon hours of endless looking.
Walking.....for miles.
No car cause the money was long spent.
Your job?
Gone, cause you cant keep your fingers where they need to be.
The constant itch causing them to feed into the impulses your brain unknowingly sends to them.
You cant stop it, because before you know it its done.
The inside of you doesnt reflect on the out,
Because the real you is on the inside trying to claw their way out.
To rip apart this outer shell they call you, but its not.
Your screaming inside, ...
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