Glossy
by Emily McGinn
Edges and rounded corners,
driven by scrutiny and drowned by desire
to be the specter, to be the shadow,
of something left of real,
right of truth,
behind the clouded gaze of public stare.
Ravage the chains these lines profess
and slip beneath the fence.
A prison break from self delusion.
Inner conscience overcomes
the pain, the razor cuts, the black
beneath the tide of hatred and disease.
The chrysalis cracks to reveal
what already was, what already is,
what already could be seen.
A revolution of the eye.
Tear the glossy covers,
cast off the silken binds,
be free from form and
Fly from here.
Leave the searing lies behind.
Save your beautiful face.