Poem: Steampunk Fantasy

Tight corset, fluffy bustle,
Victorian demure.
Red hair and lips to match,
Mysterious for sure.
A woman of their dreams;
Lady with great allure.

Until the wig comes off
And the corset’s undone,
Beneath the skirts,
Beneath the blush,
They see my true face,
And that image they shun.

They see my healing scars.
They see my fragile heart.
They see intensity,
And it all falls apart.

When they truly see me,
They’re no longer so keen.
I become too plain.
I become too real.
And then I am unseen
By them.

A Steampunk Fantasy.
Exotic and aloof,
But when I’m really me:
Their silence, all the proof
I need.

~ by omgrey on July 22, 2011.