Skinless

you tell me that i’m beautiful

but I want to be a skinless thing

 

shredded pig hanging from a hook

 

raw and truthful like a final squeal

maddened and lost and welcoming the dark

 

make me an abattoir instead

the slaughterhouse for ugliness

 

I am where ugly goes to die

 

compare me in the wet market

like i’m selling this flesh

 

watch my thighs in the night

smile at me in the elevator

 

look at me like i’m on a hook

look at me like i was made for you.