There is an open faucet
under my bed, glazed over my body
I am leaking into the people around me-
I have never been this honest.
In my head, my arms are outstretched
draped across a bathtub, two toes sticking out
like odd deformities. There is nothing aesthetic about it.
The marble I rest my back against
I am leaking into it.
The pores perforating my skin
rub against the cold, hard white
my sweat is percolating into my words
I am dispelling into stories.
Shiny, slutty, sleek
my naked body ripped ripples in the soapy water
foam inside my skeleton
rubber ducks around my eyes
I am a joke
someone shut the goddamned pipe.
A towel for a quick dry,
a blow dry for my hair
singes around my nails
they scraped the back of my throat
and now- my bloodied insides littered outside.
My friends shelter form the nudity.
I have never had friends who could see me as my mother made me.
The cuts along my upper arm, sears
my fingers like to pinch my skin
someone stop me.