easy is as easy does

her beauty is recognizedby every hunter.
their rifles and shotguns ache.
they eat her flesh and hang
her head on their wall
of accomplishment.

however i need not cut her
open to see inside.
her being is transluscent.
paper skin is covered with paint
by the artists of standards,
who cut off their ears and give
what perfection should look like.
glass bones and all but viscous blood
which has become relatively dyed water,
reside beneath her fragile epidermis,
which is surprisingly relational to lessons
learned and knowledge.
the thin blood makes her heart
weary, and unaware of
its slow demise.
the prey does not notice.
nor does she seem to care.

one day easy kills will
become less of a thrill.
the huntsman will stop
to admire the beauty
of the beast
that desires to live
alongside him.
the beast that isn't
intimidated by his
human form.
but appreciates
and is intrigued
by his difference.

his wall of accomplishments
will become shamefull.
the willing victims will
remember what their bodies
once were....

their own.