Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
you are the slope of your nose, darling/ you are the wave of your hair/ you are the curve of your hips/ you are the physical appearances you bare
and yet, you are the IQ of your mind/ you are the quirks of your thoughts/ you are the ups and downs in a day/ you, my dear, are more than a series of snapshots
I wish for the blemishes amidst perfections/ I wish for your touch, it’s much kinder/ you are everything and never nothing/ my love, let me be your reminder
i cut my measuring tape/ i smash the scale’s screen/ i drill through the mirror/ i need to fucking scream
these roads are all new/ patterns, traffic, and lights/ everything blinks and whizzes/ i’m racing past signs
everything here is a blur/ i squeeze my eyes shut/ and just hope to breathe/ yet anxiety claws my gut
this hunger eats me alive/ the hunger of my addiction/ to step up once again and check/ for this old scale’s jurisdiction
I scratch at my twisted waist/ and the hips with too many dips/ i suck in my ribs and my gut/ my lungs, a moment before rips
my nails are chewed up and dead/ as are the thoughts that i let roam/ i continue to stare and hope to win/ against the mirror that turns to stone
this hunger eats me alive/ though my consumption is not fed/ i wonder how long i can make it/ it’s been days without so little as bread
Cosmo Susie 