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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