when did I exactly realize that I was an atrocity to god
and that I didn't belong in his picture,
his creation, his art.
I am an angel that is a disgrace to heavens prettiest gardens
I am a sinning angel,
an emotional sociopath or perhaps a psychotic empath
I am the stem on a rose,
the strong wind that puts candles out
or makes the flames dance.
I am what isn't in the picture.
It is my day of birth,
the day seafoam became a goddess.
not one like the graceful Aphrodite,
I am a deviant one.
Remember my name and chant it
as I gain one more year to my identity;
It is lust, innocence, profoundness.
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