My most hated enemy,
Is myself in a mirror.
Peel back this skin,
Splay out these hollowed veins.
Pumping dust and echoes,
Sounds of broken childhood.
Hell in handbaskets,
The Eight Times Punishment.
I don’t want to be a human.
Not at all.
Not at all.
I’m ugly.
Mutant.
Lopped off ears,
Moles and skin tags.
White-purple stretch marks,
Where the flesh twisted and tore.
The scars across my body,
A rough life lived.
Disgust myself in spades,
Recoiled from my own visage.
Balding and obese,
Excess in poundage.
Never small enough.
Never enough.
I’d trade this shell away in a heartbeat.
Half a heartbeat.
For a better one,
Steel in lieu of sinew.
Synthetic in lieu of skin.
Svelte in shape,
Subtle in size.
Solid and sturdy.
How frail,
Even now.
With this wretched imperfection,
The mirror will haunt me evermore.
To death.
