Creating Shell

Bent out of shape
her limbs  move
Fluctuate into this new organic
Silhouette
Form
Conform
Create
Not create
Re-create this new image
Mold her imperfections
Into the chest
That her breast don’t belong to. Her body continues to change
Sprouting new
Contour lines
that
Instantly rip her flesh causing
Tiny trickles
Seething through the
Slits that have been cut
Out of her
I manifest into confetti
Attaching bits to
Each negative thought that has entered
This child’s head
Connecting the deteriorated
Pieces of internal abuse
Together
Form
Conform
Create
Not create
Re-create this new image
Mold her imperfections
Releasing the self loathe she has for self:
5 years of
Verbal cruelty
Physical neglect
And constant scrutiny
By eyes that have been tainted
SO
Together we are
Forming
Conforming
Creating
Not creating
Re-creating this new image
Molding our imperfections
Trying to live up to our own standards of beauty
Instead of
Perpetuating the cycle of self hate