A beautiful monstrocity

[word_eyes]

She wakes up to an eroded reflection every morning

deep sea diving in her face with acidic medications

slaughtering the intruders, squeezing them like a mother on her child's first day of pre-school.

They'd splatter onto the mirror like a spray painter's rage against the walls and street signs in a nameless neighborhood,

She just doesn't know, she will never be as beautiful as she is.

 

She would smear it with a pieceof toilet tissue, crumble the paper,

and leave it on top of the bathroom sink to throw itself away.

It would stay there, stalking her as she bends to retrieve her makeup kit

cementing over her face with counter top cuopons,

bolting over her brown eyes with sorrow blue push pins,

mapping out her eyebrows with thick oil-like pencils,

she just doesn't know, she will never be as beautiful as she is.

 

The lines in her cheeks are replicants of wrinkles, and why?

so young, only seventeen, I think,

so old on the inside, so dead to society.

She just wants to fit in, and if it means shoving her middle and pointer fingers

down her throat before and after meals, then so be it.

Thin, pale, and fragile girl, 20 pounds of nothing,

rib cage trying to escape the cold indoors.

 

Still padding your bra so that the boys will notice you,

because they don't,

not like they used to.

 

They need more of what you don't have, and you can't give it to them,

is that why you give them "LOVE" in exchange for compliments?

is that why you're trying to hide that bulge in your belly?

 

because you didn't know,

you were beautiful just the way you were.

[Tattered]

Wow....Yes *clap clap clap*

 

 

That was so intense. I am not sure what to think. You just captured what so many young girls feel. Young...lol...I am still young too. Anyway...

 

 

So, she was down on herself for no reason? She imagined she was looked at negatively by others? She was dissillusioned by the image in the mirror? The human brain is a wonder. Why do we tourture ourselves?

 

Well done.