Prettiest Woman

Though broken, she was, Tears pooling in her eyes, Smiling like a wilted flower, Clinging to the last glimpse of sunlight before dusk Dancing as if trying to shake off the weight of the world, Her wounds like open gashes on her soul, Raw, unhealed, and gaping Bones crooked, Barely holding her upright, As if they might crumble at any moment Held a beauty that pierced through the darkness of my soul, Born from the depths of her agony, Hauntingly captivating, and achingly raw. Yet still, Undoubtedly— The prettiest woman I've ever seen.