see the scars laced into my thighs and 

remember that childish frame 

crumpled on her bathroom floor with her 

hand pressed firm against her leg

eyes wild with fear and thrill and 

satisfaction as she surveyed her handiwork

 

see the lacy thong peeking through my leggings and 

watch as she sank into the 

corner of those locker rooms

cotton boyshorts clutched to her chest as 

she watched their fingers scream and 

shout at her ridiculous size

 

see the piles of makeup on my vanity and 

her face is flushed all over again as the 

girl across the table paints her portrait

little red dots speckled across her cheeks but

she is not being mean only honest because

her skin is a field of red daisies in a super bloom

 

remember the girl i wish i still was only in the 

picture frame on her dresser full of the clothes 

she saves for a day when she is brave enough to

wear them under sunburnt skies and azure bubbles but

for now i watch her calculated movements 

through this thin pane of shattered glass