Unibrow

The dark worm across my face

Muddy black from eye to eye

Every strand, every twist, every turn

As Ugly as can be.

A white thumb

Branded between my brow,

Pressing down on

The Ugly.

Its weight falls deeper

A ghostly presence

Tormenting, reaching

In, correcting.

If you just

got rid of

It

You would be so,

so beautiful.

If you just

If you just

If you just.

Every white thumb,

Every bleaching gaze

Moulding me into grey.

Pale, washed-out and so

So empty. The shadowy

Velvet of my being

Faded into mousy submission.

An unthinking stony shell.

But years of siege

Breed only thicker walls.

No longer can milky claws

Penetrate into the grey

Stone they’ve created.

They scratch and scrape

Vicious and unrelenting

But no tears remain.

And somewhere deep inside

The fortress, an inky

Kernel of hope

Lives on, protected by the

Layers of isolation.

And then one day

All at once

It breaks free

The Supernova blasts away

All those cruel callous hands.

No more thumbs

Linger on my brow

The ash fades and in the wreckage

A colossal being looms,

Swirling with the power of

A billion obsidian suns.

Straight across my face,

My uniqueness stands out

Strong and dark and proud

Mighty like the night

And entirely my own.

Every strand, every twist, every turn

Dances like silk,

As Pretty as can be.

The Black Hole within,

King of the universe,

Devours those chalky fingers

That dare to contest

The power of my unibrow,

My defiance, my strength,

My beauty,

My self.

You made me a rock

You made me an island

But, you did not win.

And now the galaxy within

Presides.