-illustration by Sebastien Milthorp-
this was my body
and it was stolen by you
I can never take it back
take that night back
take my smile back
back of my head a permanent smoke alarm rings
reminding me of what you did
what i let you do
this body was my body
and i will never look at it in the same way
my curves now are too convoluted for anyone to love
invasive acne too abhorrent for anyone to look at me and call beautiful
my eyebrows too diaphanous my skin too cadaverous it would be a struggle to look at me
the list of my insecurities rolled off my tongue like rocks in an avalanche
although small and seemingly harmless when triggered and together
they have the power to kill
I try to silence the sirens
I try to summon a smile
this was my body and it will never be the same
not only have you destroyed my body but also
my mirrors
my photos
my mind
(-this was my body and you will never know what you did)
Sticks and stones
N E V E R
Broke my bones
But words
S H A T T E R E D
my self.love
C R U S H E D
my conscience
D E V A S T A T E D
my disposition
R U I N E D
my relationship with myself
(-the words that killed me)
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