Requiem for a Living Ghost
She saw me
Saw my face
And
Her eyes went wide in
Terror;
Beautiful, sad blues so
Fearful,
Tearful,
Taking in the disaster
Of my monstrosity.
Her own features –
Flawless features! –
Paled,
Greened like
A new twig;
Her mouth a terrible
O
As she screamed,
As I yelled at
Her –
Oh, why did I yell at
Her?
It matters not
I cannot have such
Things of Beauty.
A monster can never have
Love.