and I look at it not knowing what it is
Disgusted, I throw in instinct
and it throws back in same instance
the disgust thrown at it
It is a fear, it is a pain
It is a most offensive character
Vile in all its years breathing
This horror living looks back
Crowned Ignoble
through filth, spots of corrupted shine shine
pricking mine eyes with a
devious, delirious, pretentious prick
of a labyrinthine gold, jewel-encrusted smile
I cringe aching upon view of
the horror of this morning, this horror
looked upon with city block-wide unease
What is this terrifying, skyscraping monstrosity?
This morning
I look in the mirror
All I see
is me
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