Marshmallow Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 24, 2018

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Every morning, the mirror calls me marshmallow eyes 

Did you sleep with honeybees on your lids?

Are you farming styes for the next harvest?

It would shriek at me about the ways 

I had stuffed my glands with cotton

The moon mistress only a sleep’s length ago

She bled from the drapes to wail my windows to blindness

Though the mirror smothered the urge to crack

It had the blunt wax-goo skin of a chameleon

Whenever my soul, fetus-boned, shone through

A slob that eats me, a wrench between deflated lungs

So snotty in sniffles, tousled by tissues, rattled as a rib cage

That the mascara grew impatient and flew from my lashes

I almost considered using that wretch at funerals

It’d get the job done better than the dead’s own blood

This nocturnal re-enactment does make of me

Like the spats of a divorced couple 

In the virgin heaving body

Guilt fills the screen of my skin like pocketing duck feathers

A stinging melted smore, a muddy eyeshadow blanket

My vision clogged by balloon-puffs

After red-veined fury traced a watery map

I have the marshmallow eyes that wolf down

The demons slinking the walls

So do not be the glass as I kneel before it

Look at me if you dare


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