seeing

She looks in that mirror like what ive lost is you not me
Bones sticking out at 45 angle degrees now honey that isn’t pretty?
Purge and binge like empty cyles the spokes of a tire turning and turning but it’s the same blurred picture over and over when the tire spins, it doesn’t become something else. Just leaves a tread. A trend.
Prettys skin deep
And I told her look past the way your thighs look when your sitting,
At the corner
Corner of a street next to four boys holding their eyeballs practically in their hands presenting them in her face to get a “closer look”.
At the corner
In the corner
Pearched aside a toilet seat looking like a white hole of hope.
Prettys skin deep
And your looking and looking for approval from the way your dress skims over
Like inhaling the fumes of words smokey and pulled tight around your tonsils like
Swallow I dare you
Inhaling and rushing past the mirrors in a race so deadly…not even the bravest make it.
Prettys skin deep
It’s the needy media and medication and every person who wants from you.
She looks like girl just needs a hand no not pushing her towards size skinnyass jeans or pree teen magazines. Needs a hand outstretched gripping her her feet pulling her back like a falling plane. Just trying to find ground again.