It's shiny.
Brand new out of the box,
It's perfect.
I take my clothes off.
Stand in front of my mirror in bra and *******.
with it in hand.
I look at my fat stomach,
Look at my dead ends,
Look at my pale skin,
look at my big feet.
And every single other imperfection.
I sit on the edge of my bed,
It's still resting in my hand.
I raise my hand,
onto my thick pale thigh I let it touch the skin,
The metal cool against my skin.
I push it in , run it along my skin,
At the sight of red I sigh aloud
"I can do one thing right"