Ink & Interruptions

Perhaps I’ll be enough, when I can

Relish in the pain, of

Eating far too little, and

Telling everyone I’m okay, as I pull my corset

Tighter, my body

Yearns to be free.

Torn is my identity

As I paint, pluck, and prod

Sculpting their idea of beauty

To cover up my flaws

Each fracture covered, hidden from their gaze

Silent as the mirror shows my value to the world.

So here I am,

Overlooked,

Unfulfilled, a

Relic of myself.

Waiting, as I give it

All

Still longing

To be

Enough.