the beauty of a pearl
layer upon layer
of mucus
spread and encrusted
in warped patterns
that neither reflect or collect
the light
but only partially store it
leaving the rest as a waste
to sit in lazy puddles
around this spat up gob
of hardened excrement
i do not understand
the awe and weight
that seeps into their eyes
as it rolls around their hand
its sticky edges
pulling their fingers to curl around it
teaching them to cling to it
to slide paper and coin and magnetic strips
through the metallic mouths
of other's secret hiding places
so as to keep the patterned drop
of expelled filth
tight in their sweaty palms
i do not understand it
and perhaps never will
what is precious in a pearl
you might as well say
that pain creates beauty.
2 comments:
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haha you knew i would like this one...
OHMYGOSH...
i really liked it...but the end caught me by surprise. blew me away
love it
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