oh, the hours I have lost to the mirror
staring into my own eyes
studying every edge
every inch
with scientific rigour
watching
as my face and body
contort themselves
into new and grotesque angles
the longer I look
the tighter I am wrapped
by the suffocating bonds of truth
the flaws mount
on a carefully noted list
graffiti on my brain
each word seeping thick, black ink
pooling at my feet
rising to my neck
self-loathing is bitter and viscid in my mouth
when I tried to swallow
it wedged
a dry lump in my throat
I wish I could take a knife
to cut away every imperfection
to slim the nose
to slice the fat
to carve the cheekbones
to dig out the freckles
and leave myself a beautiful, ****** mess
I wish I could hold a candle to my face
until it dripped
like wax
soft enough to be moulded
into whatever
whoever
they wanted.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC