Did not think it possible
To despise my own visage
At the memory of your preference to it
Your bespoke little curiosity
Spoken to through the stained glass
Appreciated in restored portraits
The freak never suffered in person
How could you, after all?
Knowing the likes of porcelain dolls
That held congress in your mind’s eye
Was I ever even fit for a footman?
You didn’t even let me leave
With grace enough not to hate myself
Peace enough to love my deformity
Occupy space and not feel guilty
My history is webbed in many a symphony
I could afford one monstrous cacophony
But this vacuum of your own design
Born anew to fill a need anew
Decompressed ventricles and atrias
Demanding it be filled
With anything but this void
Of your utter and infinite absence
I cannot breathe