The scales fall away
Like memories into the dark abyss.
If there was light in this awkward sphere
There would be a beautiful shine.
But the black stigma hides the gleam
Of thousands of twinkling gems.
The beast cannot see her luster
And craves her satisfaction.
Cara Vitadamo is a registered nurse that enjoys poetry. She has been published in Torrid Literature, All Things Girl, and Mused a Bella Online Literary Review Magazine.