Angélic

I’d always been told my skin was soft.

My lips were perfect and plump.

I had perfect posture.

I walked like I was on a runway.

Then my soft skin turned to bumps. 

I made such angelic gashes in my once divine flesh.

The perfect kissable lips I once had are gone.

They are chapped and bloodied.

The Angélic posture was gone.

I walk lifeless and slouched over.