Short Stories to Stab a Heart

Giving Up

"Am I gorgeous yet?"
I glared into the mirror, picking at my hair.
On top, laid a small dream catcher net
Containing concealers, liners, skin care.

A dream, a dream catcher
Yet what is meant to hide is to make a dream come true
A brush, a box, a foam, sponge, primer
Am I beautiful to you

I asked to him, who
Made a saccharine smile and lied I was gorgeous
Until I walked into the class of Mr. Drew
A snicker, a giggle, a wink, a complaint, "How promiscuous"

Said the clerk to Mr. Drew
Confused, I looked down to the ripped seams
A gasp, a shock, a roll of fat, so ugly to you
You lied to me, as your faux smile beams

The pale white skin with crinkled marks
The tiny sprouts of blonde hair along the waist
Snicker, giggle,"harlot," more rude remarks
Then suddenly I felt a squirt of toothpaste

"Clean up, you dirty skank"
Then, a glop of soap
Plop! "There goes the fatso" Crank!
I attempt to crawl up with hope

Mr. Drew, not there to witness,
Walked in, appalled and sent me to the office
A pruny nurse, thin hair with eyes blue, and red lipstick impossible to miss
Holding bed clothes, plain, ugly, enough to suffice

Yet inefficient to conform in this game
With conventions, standards, and pain
And now it is I the shame
Falling from grace, wishing to be hit by a train

Am I beautiful yet
I ask him again
He ignores me as if we'd never met
Sorry society I'm not a perfect ten

Maybe I was right that night in the white light
Where the moon urged me to come with him
To another realm, a new height.
All it required was a fall from the life's rim

Plummeting to the end
Finally I'm released, to run off to my beautiful paradise
Running off from the crooked road bend
Scurrying through the evergreen tree, imitating the mice

I hope he appreciates this goodbye
Tonight is the last night
Preparing my farewell in a handbag, makeup, a dress, and a lie
Goodnight