Its been a while since I've stood here
Stood here, And just stared.
This steamy mirror looks like it is crying
& the air is muggy with shampoo and sweat.
My scars show red against milky white
Brown & Jagged, New & Old
Layer over layer of
Self destructive healing.
This is ridiculous.
This is pathetic.
I am too skinny, with bony wrists &
Shoulder blades like an etch n sketch…
Straight lines, only not erasable.
My right side is almost pure.
Just a thin line here or there &
If I'm angled right, I can be innocent,
I turn, and I become
So many cracks.
And staring at them,
it crosses my mind that
a vase with this many cracks
would have already broken.