tracing an echo

Beauty of rain and grain

     in grayscale

a pixelated age,

a beauty mirrored by

                              preconceived notions of perfection.

skin.

       embedded with decades of

decay,

devoured,

tinted by rust if it weren't for the

lack of color.

tormented endlessly by loss,

by love and light,

lachrimose and lavender,

laughing,

taunting  your disgust.

disgust of ugliness

of the pain inferred by his face,

horrifyed by the fear he

installs in the

empty

abyss of your mind

shaking under the impact of a fictional beauty you've created.

The man with the serated skin is shamed,

shamed by your judgement

he knows

truth

ruthless in belief,

motionless and marble.

your skin, flawless as pearls

coaxes

beneath waves,

waves of lies.