Media-Glass Figure

I’ve cut black lines into my thighs to be classified beautiful
I’ve whitened coffee stains out of my canines to shine bright like Ri Ri’s studs
I’ve kissed dinner plates on my kitchen counter to taste acidic porcelain
I’ve walked tiled ropes on my bathroom floor to brand myself a unit of failure
I’ve bargained skin for bones to my lustful mirror to imagine perfection
I’ve broken magazine spines to my sunken desire to be infinitely plastic
See for yourself,
Open up hourglasses, fit me into curved rejection
Look at me drown in grained calories,
Look at me fit in.
Look at me dying through society looking glasses
Look at me have
A Media-Glass Figure