You dance like the earth
As the equator effortlessly spins
Around your perfectly imperfect hips
Layered in cuts and scars.
Everyone stares and laughs at you
While you search for god
In the reopened scars
Opened by that same exact equator
The blood pours out
As you comb through the muscles and tissues
All while discarding what you believe
Is making you fat
But whats making you fat
Is embedded in the blueprints of your mind
As they dance along your brain
Eluding your grasp