body dysmorphia

dusmorphíā

Some days your body is uninhabitable. You want to crawl out of your skin somehow to pull your hair out, throw line an escape perhaps You try to love it, truly, this vessel you’re in, your body On some days it’s harder- the way it hangs and folds, the way it grows weighty and unpleasant Continue reading “dusmorphíā”

I do this for you

I do this for you, little girl concealed under a folding of the heart. Shrinking is no longer an option. I reach down, squeeze my hand through the roots my past, under the ground, I reach down to find you. Pull you upwards by your neck. I look at you whisper I love you This Continue reading “I do this for you”