here comes dysmorphia
creeping up again
like a spider on the bathroom wall
it is never stealthy
it makes itself known
no amount of
temporary affection
can provide a thread
to stitch
the gaping hole in my heart
that only tears farther apart
as i so excruciatingly feel
every fold of my skin
so intricately magnify
each flaw that carves into me
4 little letters
that i once carved in my leg
when i was 14
U G L Y
