I wish to be like her
I want her skin
Tight clothing
Her eyes
Long eyelashes
Her soul
Her identity
I wish to be paper thin and made of sugary sweet floss
Strung to fit in between your teeth
I wish for small curves and wide gaps
A size zero perfection
I wish to be a hashtag
A trend
A filter that covers my red bumps and sunken scars
But as I lay here
2am and broken
Held up by a semen stained mattress
Bleeding from all ends
Dunked in the blue light of a screen
I wonder
Why do I wish this?
Why do I wish to be the person I was yesterday?
