Unsatisfactory Cycle

Drained discolored heavy bags

beneath my eyes, staring into my 

soul. Faded smile, heart sunk into the

stomach, clogged throat. Stretch marks

forming pathways like a map. Head 

hanging like a disco ball, unsatisfied. 

Pinching imperfect parts of skin, squishy as 

slime. Standing still like a pole, tears falling, time

stops. Rating looks by a number, only need one 

hand, not much counting. A muted scream

glancing back, smash or pass games in class, a 

reflection within the mirror. 

Click! The light switch turns on, flickering 

like it’s asking for help. Feel ripped apart like a 

bagel cut in half howling to not be eaten. A candle 

flame slowly dying out like a collapsing building, 

hanging by a thread.

Levitating above the toilet, disgusted of the 

displeased image in front of me. Clack! Couldn’t 

look any longer, a prison in my head, serving time,

wanting to be someone else. Punched the glass, skin

appears cracked, a quiet duplicate of me.