beautiful people get away with everything
they mesmerize you
taunt and tease
they make you believe they are flawless
and the rose colored glasses they gently placed upon your eyes
could only be removed by time and self discovery
it's tragic, daunting, hypnotizing
and every time you think you've gotten away
they pull you into their eyes
until you're swimming, almost drowning
they hold you in their warmth
and soon you're on fire
they will kiss you on your forehead
and soon you're entranced by the fact that
beautiful people ruin everything
and you don't care.
About the Creator
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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