Free Verse

DEAL ~ 3/6

math has never been my forte,
and even now i can't count the number of
pasty heads and sunken eyes
that turn to catch my figure in their grasp,
to scrutinize every inch of me,
every minor smudge of branded paint,
every flaw that looks could tear apart or whispers could destroy.

the light scrape of my skinny jeans
and the tapping of my fingers,
the opposite of gentle,
do nothing to calm the tenacious uneasiness
that has settled in the spaces between my skin
and burrowed into the recesses of my brain.

color is a foreign concept here
in the place that matches my dark attire with its
shuttered windows and black curtains
and wisps of light grey smoke curling around necks
to lift into invisible nooses.

tears of supposed laughter escape
the eyes already drowning in too much mascara,
something that i'm a hypocrite for pointing out
and even more of a hypocrite for criticizing.

crooked teeth and hollow faces
haunt the mind and are imprinted in the eyelids;
who wouldn't be scared out of their wits?

time is a foreign concept, but i can tell it has been too much,
and it is nowhere near as unfamiliar as this hell.

but a deal is a deal.

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