My Beautiful Grotesque

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — July 17

I wrote this last year at this time:

Someone coaxed you gently

out of stone and clay

someone tried to give you life

from marble and a little paint.

They twisted your smile into a scream

they gave you the face of a beast

then they set you away and placed you up high

where gentle human eyes cannot reach.

But I will come up after you,

I will gently carry you down

I will give you a home among my cats and dog

and place you where it’s always warm.

I will name you beautiful grotesque

and you can call me the same.

I wasn’t forged in stone or clay

but sometimes I feel that way.


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