Fairies
Im not hungry but food cannot get into my mouth fast enough
Brusied knuckles, never have I been so pretty
Baby ask me what its like to taste ash
Sovereignty over me, please, im not even hungry
Knocked knees, do I have the strength to walk home?
What waits for me behind that door?
Slice my achilles, i've become too weak
Running through the harrowed nights
Crucify me, im not even similar to those fairies
Dont they know how envious I am
Clenching fists to a softened rib
Where did my youth go?
Smiled at the stars and all they did was spit back at me
Never did I deserve this
I wonder
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cecilymock
Your visceral imagery and raw confessional style reminds me of Anne Sexton's fearless approach to personal trauma, particularly in poems like "The Fury of Overeating." The juxtaposition of physical details ("bruised knuckles," "knocked knees") with celestial imagery ("smiled at the stars") creates a powerful tension similar to Sylvia Plath's work. Your recurring food imagery combined with religious references ("crucify me") speaks to both bodily and spiritual hunger in a way that echoes Marie Howe's exploration of the sacred in the suffering. The final lines' movement from accusation to uncertainty ("Never did I deserve this / I wonder") shows sophisticated emotional complexity. Keep developing this brave voice that speaks truth to pain - your ability to transform personal struggle into universal experience is remarkable. If you need support, text HOME to 741741.