he wanted me impossible
i wasn't deserving if i wasn't impossible,
i was just something to discard,
a piece of clutter to throw away
he wanted a shiny plastic toy,
he wanted a bunny, like playboy
or a bombshell, in vogue.
i'd go to the doctor so i could
copy and paste her bone structure
like a keyboard,
unto mine.
i wanted to be poked by needles,
i wanted to be folded like origami,
i wanted to be cut by a surgeon's knife,
so i could have one chance to be
pretty.
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panacea
Poesienot completed. panacea (n.) : a remedy for all your troubles. twenty three poems about society's most beautiful tragedies.
