I know of a pretty little girl.
Her porcelain skin etched to mark
the tally of her sins.
I know of a pretty little girl
who peeled off her skin
and sewed it back tighter
just so her bones would show.
I know of a pretty little girl
who swallowed a flame
to burn the fat from within.
I know of a pretty little girl
who stapled her eyes shut
so she couldn’t see the temptation.
I know of a pretty little girl
who didn’t think she was so pretty.
I know of a pretty little girl
who destroyed the pretty
destroyed the innocence
and destroyed the girl
so she could become
a skeleton.
Just Another Impurity 
This is so moving yet so true, amazing writing❤️👏
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Thank you ❤
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I know of her too. I really like this poem.
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Thank you. ❤ I am afraid too many of us know of girls like her.
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It’s beautiful. Thank you for making such a wonderful poem, I felt it capture my inner thoughts and etch them into words that spilled from your fingers.
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… through my fingers; from my heart; by my soul that feels yours.
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My precious Sister, never forget that you are [Goddess Essence Indestructible].
I am overjoyed to have you also included in [this wonderful little challenge], my Sweetness Kate; it’s all about the duchess and the princess these days, but you are incomparably more important for me and for the balance of the whole Cosmos.
~To days of sunshine and ample inner light~
In love and gratitude,
Your Leon
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Thank you as always Leon. I will try to complete this challenge soon. ❤ As always you are sending rays of light to explore the darkness of my emotions, leaving little glimmers of happiness in your wake.
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You are very welcome Kate, and do take as much time as you need.
Pass them on, Dear One.
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…I love reading you..what you do with words, Picasso never did with the brush…
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To be compared with an artist of such skill – I am honored. He spoke with his paintings, and I speak with my words. We are two different craftspeople who aim at the same goal.
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