Collarbone

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I stood in front of the cracked mirror,
Tracing the bones beneath my fragile skin,
They lay just underneath my neck,
Long and thin,
At last!
Those wretched bathroom rendezvous,
After every meal,
Every single meal,
The undeniable lust for the cupcakes,
Which my sister bakes every two days,
I had what I wanted,
But as I looked deeper into my eyes,
They took me to hidden places in time,
They took me back to the innocent days of play,
A mere child of barely six,
I traced the bones underneath my neck,
Horror and fear!
‘Mother how silly I do look,
This seems to be freaking me out’,
She laughed and said,
‘No you’ve got it all wrong,
Dear don’t you see?
How beautiful it seems to be?’
But mother NO!
I never did see before that day,
I guess now I do,
The only one who thought this was beautiful,
Wasn’t you or me,
But them,
I grieve,
How easily gullible I was!
Children-pawns of this cruel world,
Lies and deceit!
And so I believed,
And here so I stand,
With a perfect collarbone,
The price I had to pay,
We both do know sure well.






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