Distaste

Thu, 05/02/2013 - 22:23 -- kitkiit

It's 8 a.m.
and I wish I were
blind.
I could spare myself
the pain of staring
at a reflection
dying to change,
trapped in this body.
I wouldn't have to wear
my worn skin,
with pale ladder rings up
my arms, stomach, legs.
I do not wish to see
myself in me.

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