“Vanity of Vanities, the Preacher says,
Vanity of vanities. All is Vanity.” - Ecclesiastes.
Freed from stone, given form
and made warm by your love,
then cast out into the coldest dawn.
Presented as perfection to this world,
abandoned, grounded and wingless.
In this world of mirrors I fed on their adoration;
a rich delicacy consumed in greed.
The weight of worship bloated my skin.
Adored: but rejected as soon as the cracks surfaced.
Moving my fingers in desperation over the scars,
(Scratch, abrade, scratch the surface)
There was no way to erase this,
even abused and betrayed myself.
In desperation I attempted to induce vomiting.
Met with failure, I severed my arms for silence at last.
Once again adored: The true Venus De Milo.
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 05-15-2000).]