The cape of a superhero, prevented from billowing beneath tight clothes.
A gilded heart tarnished.
A polar bear with fur white as snow, tainted with the blood of a meal
This is the life lived of necessity: to eat to live, only to die.
“She is flawless, a divinity of her parent’s making”
The buzzard sounds, oh how they are wrong.
A mirror is broken; seven years of bad luck
Worth it never to see my face again.
Drowning in the self doubt, frozen with a cold heart.
I’m not cruel, I’m careful.
Hesitantly living, I paint my own portrait,
But I am but a blank canvas underneath.
The paint smears, I begin again
I paint myself as a masterpiece.