I see what no one else has.
What she has not let anyone else see.
What she considers wrong and misshapen.
I have seen her consume and consume
making what she hates about herself
even worse.
I can’t stop her.
That’s up to Brain.
Up to Mouth and Hand.
But I can help her see the beauty of the world.
I can make her see the beauty in herself
so she doesn’t make Hand end her life.
It is because of what I see
that she is still here
Breathing.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Prompt: write from the point of view of an eye who has seen too much. Comments are welcome!
- Category: Surrealist
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