Body

They say that great poetry doesn't have to rythme
So I guess I hope that's true

I'm...

My mind and my body are constantly fighting;
My mind and my body are always twisting
and they...

The mirror shows a stranger,
bloated,
a landscape of sagging skin.
My legs,
...

I must needs be
wyrding my life
now
Murmur whispers dark
riddles from the past...

In a garden bathed in golden light,
She stands, her spirit bold and bright.
Against society's...

Summertime is society’s peak season for fat-shaming,
a significant increase of cover-that-up bias...

Shadows exiled into rivers of creased grey stolen flesh
waved there flags in breezy excited panic...

Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into
place of...

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus...

I had a list once describing the female chest,
it was up to you what you thought was best;
...

The mirror’s surface moves and ripples
Two eyes for rocks
Each pupil triples and comes to a...

A rose arose
flaming
out of this stone

touching my heart
deeply by way of...

Said it looked like a flower
Which’d waited for him to bloom

Said he wanted to see the...