Traveling Astronaut

iii.Like Them

Butterscotch hunger tones slide down my cobweb coated throat 

Daddy spoke in sour tongues "eat or you'll starve" 

Mama would laugh in her bitter silenced pain "why do you want to be skinny?" 

Neptune's cold ring of victims heated by the sun herself

Sashes of stuttering words, afraid to be owned and spoken 

 Lack of motion from my scaled lips, no one understands

Why I don't feel beautiful in my skin 

Do you understand all these chick flicks

 The guy falls for the pretty girl into sports

flashy cars and video games

because its cool to be like them 

but if they like something feminine

 Its a misshapen house, strange 

so the layers of my throat remain stiff

because I'm no bubbly housewife

~SumBlueSunshine