Perfection

for the insecure

She’s so perfect
in a world full of faults
He imagines her
and all things halt

Her beauty is magical
day or night
but she looks at her body
and hates that sight
hates it all
and from the same angle
He stares on
He loves the same person
she loves to hate
for one moment to tell her
forever He’ll wait

Abuse of her perfection
continues daily
too normal to be seen
a problem
Alcohol
Cocaine
any drug will do
all because she desires
to please you
not Him,
to Him she’s magnificent
to Him she’s complete
but the world
plagued by faults itself
you are the reason
she killed herself

she tried to correct
what was already perfect
only He who loved her saw it
but to her
her perfections could only bought
He made her in the image of Him
this is how he knew
with short legs
scattered teeth
big hips
lips like a beak
all the wrongs she tried
to make right
ill corrections
to get attention
in all her attempts
she ruined perfection

© copyright Tia L. Clarke