Because You're Worth It

The glitter, the glimmer, regurgitated gummy bears

In a pristine toilet in the absinthe bar

Brightly colored rainbow sludge: sticky slime

Shiny, the red ones shone like brand new blood

The kind that comes

Fast and frightening, sweet and seasoned

With thick white spit

Tasting a warm, almost hot, mushy apple, in reverse

The bullshit problems of a skinny white girl

Barfing up her hips

Barfing up her last name

Replacing it with the slop

Sound of a bag of candy gone, unswallowed

In one hundred and twenty seconds

Teeth and claws, and collarbones

That’s what little girls are made of

Made up in red lipstick,

As made up as a story book

Beat myself up, beat myself open

A piñata exploding, soggy confetti

A million colors, so bright you can’t see

The glamor brought me to my knees, I worshiped myself

Played God with my stomach, made God out of my skeleton

And I didn’t listen

To my own whimpering prayers