Broken Beautifully

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My fight with food as a teenager

Submitted: March 27, 2011

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Broken Beautifully

Walls of black smoke plaster my entire body

A gift

A curse

That allows me to be beautiful

To myself, but to not to everybody else

 

Staring at the detached expression in the mirror

Disgustingly infatuated by the reflection

Smiling a fleshless smile

Content with what is seen

Just for now

 

Because in a few moments

I shall see a flaw

A piece of body

That needs to be trimmed

 

Tossed over the edge of white porcelain

Remembered to open the faucet first

Being sick at myself

Bony fingers making their way

To the most unholy orifice of them all

 

I know they’re listening

But they are deaf to my feeble cries

Blind

To my ever decomposing body

Mute

When they are near me

Paralysed at the sight of me

 

This will end

With a bony bag of flesh

Being descended

Into fresh mud

Sooner

Than

You

Think


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