Underneath This Skin Poem by Witch Baby

beauty only
lies
skin deep

bruises like flowers on skin
so pale you thought them spun
from the moonbeams drifting in the window
and falling on our naked skin

bared flesh for your hunting eyes to
destroy what little soul i had left
and rearrange into something you called
beautiful

underneath this skin
i find nothing substantial for you to
gaze upon with your sparkling eyes
like precious stones too rich for me

bruises like flowers
from my own cruel traitorous hands
that where too frightened to hold onto
the greatest thing that ever decided to grace me with
its heavenly presence, its kisses so tender it moved me to tears

underneath this skin that
you held so carefully
is nothing i can see
that is beautiful

not even
lying
skin deep