Bitterness
Gianna Diconza
The hideous sculptures of my wounds
They show the inconceivable complexion
How perfect she must be
My envy musters inside me
Observing her steady grasp of
The concept of the inevitable bleakness
I ponder on how the world views her
This angelic beam of light
Contrasting against the murkiness of society
No obscurity consumes her
Only her destiny is in her sight
