my eyes.
Watered from the guise of men.
Take my ears.
I can't hear the lies
again.

Take away
this mouth.
So tired of talking.
Echo's ricocheting
all spoken.
And the chain of screams
are now broken.

Take away
my shoulders.
I've carried all this weight.
Now that I'm older
I can't stand up straight.
Hunched over,
my face is in my plate.

Take away
my arms,
the fleshy pendulums.
Back and forth they swing,
holding onto nothing.

Take away
my legs.
They're growing spider veins.
They don't move me,
and the feet too!
The bunions don't fit
inside my shoes.