Fairest of all, you had named me
took a portion of my soul and wove a bed for me
told me to be beautiful
told me to be serene
I saved it all for you, but what of me?
Poisonous and frightful, you came for me
took a knife to my heart and made a grave for me
told me to be beautiful
told me I looked serene
I was the fairest once, but what of me?
A coffin of glass, you had made for me
placed the panes of glass upon the ground just for me
told me to be beautiful
behind the glass I'd be serene
I would lay frozen in my beauty, all of me
By: Elizabeth Azpurua
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