red dress lying
folded in a suitcase, lying
by its relation to me

though it fits my body
perfectly it seems to snag
the scars that decorate

my story, and wearing it is
a betrayal and an escape, I
look beautiful and feel

not myself, gone beyond sweet
and into rotten, a doll with
hips and legs and

******* that are not
mine, I am fascinated and
repulsed by my