And yet

You stripped me of everything.

First clothes fell from my back.
You stood, a quiet medusa,
Watching me cold.

Naked I became.
You ripped smile, pride,
Sucked hope from my eyes.

Your marbled gaze
Met with the nothing
You made.
For nothing I am and
Nothing I have become.

And yet.
And yet.

With nothing to lose
It is I who is born again.
For there is more to life
Than beauty alone,
And a life worth living
Is one of flesh, not stone.

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