Smile by Alma Claire
They will not notice if I smile.
Smile.
I can hide my broken if I smile.
Smile.
The ugly bones and eyes like stones
will not show if I smile.
Smile.
Eyes watch plate.
Smile.
Heart begins to race.
Smile.
They are all out to get me
-smile-
They are trying to trick me
-smile-
They want to ruin me
-smile-
They are noticing and bones are showing and I am breaking and the smile is fading
and and and
I can’t breathe : Smile.
Choking on Perfection
I am no sculpture.
There is nothing to admire here,
nothing to touch or hold.
Nothing to love.
Michael Angelo would have discarded me:
a failure.
I am scaffolding.
Hard and lifeless;
a shell of what is to come – no,
what has been.
Hollow and barely standing.
I wither and wilt:
starved
shallow
selfish.
Feed on emptiness.
Swallow pain and spit out shame.
Choke on perfection.
I wither and wilt:
delusional
desperate
dying.
Swallow by Alma Claire
I am standing alone
in a room
with the shadows.
People dance
and laugh
and glow.
There is light dripping off them;
their words
their thoughts
their bodies.
What a mess.
I prefer the dark
and the cold
where no one can see me.
Burned out, I watch them.
I envy them,
worship them,
despise them.
Swallow air.
Swallow pride.
Anything to full tonight.