I steal a second glimpse
My figure contorts curves into acceptance,
Tell me how to feel comfortable in skin that won't fit me,
The rips, shreds, tares imperfectly trace lines of imperfections of impertinence.
Their paths etch into me ajar,
Purple.
My conscience force-feeds me empty calories of expectations
Unattainable nightmare-fuelled dreams.
Dreams of distraction from the engulfing chaos.
I am drowning my lungs pressurized by delusions.
It's only so long until I burst.
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