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paper-doesnt-judge — Gorging isn't Gorgeous
Published: 2012-07-18 08:01:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 400; Favourites: 12; Downloads: 4
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Description I have this fun house mirror
That's resting in my eyes
It's a permanent pair of glasses
That tells imprudent lies

Like girls who, I am told,
Look twice as big as I
I see as fragile figures
Who make green-eyed monsters cry

And all those magazines
Photo shopped to death
Are my ideal images
That leave out of breath

I know no man will love me
Or look into my soul
Mainly because my eyes
And cold as an iced bowl

Then one day came knocking
The prince I'd been waiting for
He introduced himself as Mia
And I'm not waiting anymore

He treated me like a princess
Until the sun went down
Then he snuck into the bathroom
Where he slowly let me drown

In my deepest dark desires
Treats as sweet as sap
Chocolate cakes and sugarplums
Then anon I felt a slap

Straight across the face
I felt blood that trickled down
I looked at him bewildered
As he stood there with a frown

"You can't keep what I give you,
What goes down must come up.
You'll understand this logic,
Now drink some water, at least a cup."

I do as I am told
Then he adds a spoon of salt
This teacup looks of witches' brew
But he says it's all my fault

So I drain the ocean water
And down my throat it goes
I feel quite uneasy
This feeling calmly grows

Every drop of sweetness
And every treat I ate
Came back up in seconds
Which Mia considered late

I was retching for ten minutes
He didn't even hold my hair
When I was done he turned his back
And left the room without a care

My stomach growled in protest
My throat; it burned with spite
How dare my own prince charming
Fall just short of knight

The next night he did the same
But this time I was ready
To enjoy each and every crumb
And not whine of pain so petty

I've noticed over the past few months
That only Mia can get me on my knees
Now although I don't protest as much
These visits leave unease

Many unanswered questions
Days when I give up are worst
Those days, they make him furious
It was the first time he hissed and cursed

Mia, he has broken me
So on my skin the words I carve:
"Gorging isn't gorgeous
I guess I'll have to starve"
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Comments: 7

menotmyselfori [2012-10-30 21:14:11 +0000 UTC]

Wow, just... wow.

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paper-doesnt-judge In reply to menotmyselfori [2012-11-15 04:14:50 +0000 UTC]

Thank you!

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Shyanne-Kai [2012-07-18 22:07:41 +0000 UTC]

Fantastically written. I'm not really one for reading this type of poetry, but it got me hooked from beginning to end. Your word choice was obviously well thought out, as was the rhythm. It has a powerful message, but it isn't preachy, and the narrator's voice is strong.

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paper-doesnt-judge In reply to Shyanne-Kai [2012-07-19 08:06:17 +0000 UTC]

Thank you, sometimes it's very difficult to get the message and tone just right, I appreciate it (:

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FiyeroTigelaar [2012-07-18 08:38:17 +0000 UTC]

Longer than most poems i read, but it kept me reading it the entire time. Well done, and thank you for writing this.

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paper-doesnt-judge In reply to FiyeroTigelaar [2012-07-19 08:05:23 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for reading, I'm very happy you liked it<3

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FiyeroTigelaar In reply to paper-doesnt-judge [2012-07-19 08:10:35 +0000 UTC]

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