Listening to the coyotes 

From your bedroom window

I tie my hair up too tight

To distract from the heat

That creeps up my spine

I push away my untouched plate

My tongue longs for something sweet

Starved

My cheeks flush, red

Blood

Trickling from a scratched mosquito bite

Dripping from a scrape

Seeping from a blemish squeezed too hard

In an attempt to be removed

To reveal a flawless face 

But real flaws were found within

Things were better then, weren’t they

Family together 

And nothing could severe 

Those moments of pureness and

Love, will fade away

The sun fades from day

And I can already hear lips say,

“You feel no passion anymore,”

Anymore

Passion I always lacked

So even if I went back

I’d be the same

Not enough

Knees hugged to a quivering chest

Tears from swelling eyes

Create paths of drying salt

Down rosy hills

I distract myself

Immerse myself

In the false reality of a screen

Flashes of blue and green against goosebumps

Simplicity and bliss

Only experienced by the little girl

With plump lips

A thigh gap

Maybe a genius

A waste of potential

Is what she is now

They’re all thinking it

Aren’t they?

That’s why the glance 

From the corner of their eye

I cry to my mother

But all she does is sigh

“I’m glad you’re so stubborn,

But you must understand the truth”

The truth cuts me

Cuts my hands so I can’t reach out

Cuts my legs so I can’t run

Cuts my throat so I can’t breathe