Poetry / The Train Wreck Girl
She is beautiful, like
the way a glass breaks on ceramic tile,
in a blossom of
two hundred tiny crystal slivers.
Like the way a boat lazily sinks,
lilting to one end,
giving up its last breath in a bubbling rush.
Like the way a nest swarms with wasps, after you hit it with a rock,
each one so purposeful yet aimless at the same time.
Like the way a rotten log breaks underfoot,
dry and dusty and soft,
yielding so gently to a careless step.
she is beautiful in ways you wouldnt imagine.
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this is my favorite poem of yours. I love how you described someone as beautiful but used unique images that DON’T seem beautiful—they seem painful. I got that the person you wrote this about hurt you in some way, or was an injured spirit herself.
The only thing I might change is to take out the last line. The whole poem speaks it, you don’t really need it.
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a totally different way to look at beauty. I love it.
I loved this poem. I loved the imagery, the words, the topic, the whole package. Beautiful!
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