Fountain of Perfection (poem)
We search for that
fountain of youth
fountain of beauty,
follow the river
downstream
mainstream,
and we jump in
imagining crystal clear water
soft sparkling water
sparkling wine,
drunk off the fantasies of escape
by cleansing to
purity
wash away the dust and dirt.
We are surprised by the
piranhas
in the depths
biting off the mistakes,
limbs falling away
prosthetic
aesthetic
lining the bed as we tread.
We go under the knife
the scrutiny
slicing waves against our ,
massaging pebbles
jagged rocks
under our feet
circulating the blood
for health
a purging
catharthis.
And we emerge
dripping blood
shaking off water droplets and shining
smiling our smiles sewn into our faces,
for finally
we are perfection.
wrote this during school...we weren't even talking about anything related to this, so idk
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