TheFeatheredSleep – Not such a simple thing
She was known as the girl with the waist length hair
The girl without siblings
The girl with turquoise eyes
She had a 23 inch waist
Those were the paper cut emblems of her life
She was vain
Though not empty headed
Her vanity was a poor replacement
Covering up loneliness and uncertainty
Perhaps if she’d had children, the size of her waist
Would have seemed so trivial
But she stayed in that sticky fingered past, sucking on old boiled candy
Where teenagers plume and forage
Because she found no other purchase
And that was sad and pathetic and lost and theatrical
And it was understandable
To those who like her
Watching themselves through glass
Like half packed suitcases
No hope chest
Using the acutrements to fill empiness
With
Costumes and colors and measurements
Because what her true circumference was
She had no idea
And how people could love her…
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