Soft skin and rosy cheeks
Small waist, don’t waste
Away your youth
Tick tock chimes the time
The only enemy you can’t beat
Harsh sun and white skin
Fairy Tale mandates and
Fabled demands
Prostrate yourself before your
idols (gods?) of perfection
Glares and piercing stares
Silent judgements
Scrutiny Jealous
rages and harmful remedies
Mirrored in mirrors we find
Our worst enemy
Tear down the idols (adulterous idolatry)—or are they real?
Dull fingernails tear at flesh
Greedy fingers gouge at the soft, innocent eyes
Tear her down, cut her up
Take anything you want
She wants, I want
Everything
Raise yourself up (don’t fall down)
A goddess made of skeleton and false promises
