crawl
into my flesh
and sink
into my bones
I want to know
the truth
am I beautiful?
...not yet
I kneel before you
and I bow my head
I reach for the dangling treasure
in the back of my throat
I reach and reach and reach
until
there is blood coating
my fingers
but am I beautiful?
not yet
clammy fingers
grasp an ice cold glass
burning my fingers
but satiating the beast
to be hungry
is to betray you
numb everything
with ice
am I beautiful?
not yet
I can feel you now
etched into my skin
and I feel so paper thin
light as a feather
I look at the bodies
you put before me
and I all I see are
ribs
and
collarbones
and
spines
they are sharp
and my belly heats up
because they are
Beautiful.
and someday
I will look like them
but
not yet
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
crawl
into my flesh
and sink
into my bones
I want to know
the truth
am I beautiful?
...not yet
I kneel before you
and I bow my head
I reach for the dangling treasure
in the back of my throat
I reach and reach and reach
until
there is blood coating
my fingers
but am I beautiful?
not yet
clammy fingers
grasp an ice cold glass
burning my fingers
but satiating the beast
to be hungry
is to betray you
numb everything
with ice
am I beautiful?
not yet
I can feel you now
etched into my skin
and I feel so paper thin
light as a feather
I look at the bodies
you put before me
and I all I see are
ribs
and
collarbones
and
spines
they are sharp
and my belly heats up
because they are
Beautiful.
and someday
I will look like them
but
not yet
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