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This is a hell I knew not of.
The staring walls
Like the staring eyes of mothers and teenaged daughters.
What sadist
Designed this torture chamber of mirrorless walls?
Dressing blind and dumb,
Opening the door, pulling at the zipper,
Sucking in my stomach,
To be slapped in the face by a wall of glass
And a cacophony of treble.
I am exposed
In yards of bright green fabric.
My eyes gouged out by my satin-wrapped bulges,
My ears bleeding,
I shut the door. A hollow thud,
Exhale. Safe,
Safe in the walled insanity of my own sightless thoughts.
Sometimes I hate being female.





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