Lens of Ugly

Photo by Jakob Owens

Beautiful words,
filtered through a lens
of ugly.
Rising up
to the beat of the streets
so my tears don’t fall;
they rise above me.
It all crashes down
drowning out
all hope of light
and loving,
my soul separated
between where I’ve been
and my recovery.
Breakdown;
insert upon discovery.
Maybe it would all be different
if somehow my mom had loved me,
but here we are,
awaiting the next one
to cut me.
Swinging from a rope,
like a fruit, less strange
than sad and…

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Daniel Fincher

Daniel Fincher

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Freelance Writer, Storyteller, and Poet — Founder of Artistic Autism and Five-Minute Fiction