The Failings of Beauty


By Toni G.

Beautiful things are often damaged,
said the suicidal peacock one
sunless afternoon. The beauty of my
feathers camouflage my brokenness,
helps me to hide my demented mind.
I sat nodding my head in agreement,
not actually listening to his words for
his beauty had blinded me, and I ached
to devour him, feather by spectacular feather.

Toni G. writes because there’s just so much that needs to be said.

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