Are you watching?
Contortion is rife in my body,
But it’s all for you.
Stripped naked
Flesh stretched around visible bones
Protruding
Just displaying my fragility for you
Long, bony fingers
Down
Down
“DOWN”
Until the bare
Barren
Mound is touched
“Ah, uh, oh, god, oh, yes”
Are you happy now?
Are you watching?
As I stare into your black reflective eyes,
Cold, judgemental eyes
Pricing me up.
Dear Lens, my only friend
Tell me how I feel
Am I pretty enough?
Am I good enough?
Are you listening?
Are you watching?
For I see only you,
And a girl.
Reflected,
In your black, black soul.
Lou M (they like their anonymity) is starting her first year of university in the U.K. She is likely to be found lounging around in the sun like a cat…if cats liked drinking wine and getting horribly sunburnt. She is working on a poetry collection exploring female sexuality. She can be found on Twitter @LoobyLouLou9 or her blog https://43loulou34.wixsite.com/loulou
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