Hot steam rises.
My skin ripens
brightens
except the lines that never healed,
lines too geometric
too designed to deny.
No longer that girl
I am now Lucy!
And yet, with a sneer,
her perverted tattoos
still stain my veneer.
Why can't my skin
hide the sin
which departs
from my heart?
With the inside clean
how can the out beam
darkness?
My skin ripens
brightens
except the lines that never healed,
lines too geometric
too designed to deny.
No longer that girl
I am now Lucy!
And yet, with a sneer,
her perverted tattoos
still stain my veneer.
Why can't my skin
hide the sin
which departs
from my heart?
With the inside clean
how can the out beam
darkness?
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