Comparison

• Amber Webb , Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

A pretty girl then a pretty boy,
Post after post, a pageant
The parade swarms like bees,
They sting, leaving you with an itch of longing.
I examine, pick them apart,
Scouring to find a crack in the perfect ceramics of their skin
Or an unnatural strain on their curvaceous figures.
A sea of thin corpse’, with
Radiant eyes like a stained-glass window
And heavenly mops of golden goodness
Oozing from their crowns.
Restraints couldn’t keep the comparison at bay.