Curses

You grow curses from your head
Nurture each fine spun thread of bitterness
Feed them with thoughts of hurt and
Malicious ignorance
They form a perfect golden curtain 
For your tears to hide behind
Fall to your shoulders in a shimmering
Helmet to keep the world
And its people
Out
But you’re not beautiful anymore
That facade broke long ago
When you spun a curse around me