Ugly 

Merely scratching the surface 

She looks away 

She looks again

Scratches some more 

Looks away 

Scratches a little more 

With every scratch 

Heart racing 

Beads of sweat 

Blood pumps, ferocious 

Tears vacate towards her pool of vulnerable

She scratches some more 

Peeks through the surface 

As it begins to surface away 

Intrigued 

Scratches some more 

Scared

Scratches some more 

Looks away 

Looks again 

Looks inwards

Looks outwards 

Looks above 

Eventually,

underneath 


Ugly 

She had never felt ugly like this before 

Never had the chance to be ugly 

Never looked ugly hard in the face  

Never shook ugly’s hand 

Never embraced ugly 

Never told ugly that it mattered too 

Never took ugly out with her to dance 

Never brought ugly to bed 

Never bought ugly along for the fun 

Never showed ugly to the world 

Or the world, ugly 

And this is when it got interesting, 

Why? 

Because ugly was her truth 

Beneath her 

Laying naked, under the shiny surface 

Ugly was in her beauty 

And beauty was in her ugly 

Ugly longed and had to be loved  

Only then 

Could she be fully, 

Authentically, 

Perfectly 

Beautifully 

Living. 

©️MarieMyrie21