I stand on the edge
of the obsidian water
that has pooled together
Touching the tips
of my bare toes
of my bare bones
I am curious
to see what lies
on the other side
of the water
and my reflection
beckons me
but it is different than I
I am strong
I am the swell of the ocean
I am natural
I am a petal refusing to bow to the rain
I am exposed
I am content in my nakedness
But my reflection is inviting
as she waves to me
to come over to the other side
I am falling head first
into the pool
and I feel every hair
being ripped and laid
perfectly in place
and I feel my face
become malleable wax
And as I emerge
from the pool
on the other side
I am gasping
My skin is red and smooth
My hair is shiny and long
My face is smiling and demure
But my ocean is a puddle to be stepped in
But my petals are to be plucked at any given moment
But my nakedness is to be shamed and clothed
And as I look around
a myriad of pools
surround me
with people
who are just as horrified
as I am
because we are not who we are.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
I stand on the edge
of the obsidian water
that has pooled together
Touching the tips
of my bare toes
of my bare bones
I am curious
to see what lies
on the other side
of the water
and my reflection
beckons me
but it is different than I
I am strong
I am the swell of the ocean
I am natural
I am a petal refusing to bow to the rain
I am exposed
I am content in my nakedness
But my reflection is inviting
as she waves to me
to come over to the other side
I am falling head first
into the pool
and I feel every hair
being ripped and laid
perfectly in place
and I feel my face
become malleable wax
And as I emerge
from the pool
on the other side
I am gasping
My skin is red and smooth
My hair is shiny and long
My face is smiling and demure
But my ocean is a puddle to be stepped in
But my petals are to be plucked at any given moment
But my nakedness is to be shamed and clothed
And as I look around
a myriad of pools
surround me
with people
who are just as horrified
as I am
because we are not who we are.
