Pain Is Beauty
I take eight pills every morning
eight pills
eight candy-coated
medicinally infused
capsuled doses
of poison.
After every shower
I lather on shea butter
skin smoothing
aloe
softening
kneading
lashing
fit you perfectly
against palm
erase mistakes made by razor
by wax
by tweazer
and I
pluck
and pluck
and rub
and tug
and rip
and sit
and sit
and sit
and scratch
and pinch
and slap
sting
bleed
scream
I am at war
I am fire
I am powder keg
I am anger
I am a terrorist
of my own country
for the sake
of this thing called beauty
I will tear down this tower
until there is nothing
but the standard
the standard is pain
is pain
is pain
the standard
is fake
is a ghost
and I am violating
myself
into
a phantom.