Green House Body

I stripped the black

out of each strand of

frail hair to this

to this now bright red hue of dye

in

hopes that i would like the

new identity crafted of me.

the mirror laughs, giggles and pries

with his sharp barbed wire teeth

i wrap myself like a christmas

present ill never send

to the people that i don’t love now

that i did love then

when they began walking on eggshells.

i stripped the black out of my skin

one by one. the darkness of

consumption that

grew annually in the green

house of my body.

the leaves turned brown

and the soil

the damp soil could not flourish

all on its own.

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