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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

is what you're living for worth dying for?

20.8.11

cells

from inconspicuous chambers

beyond the heart,

life learns to build itself

up from the inside

cell division-

too many twins

to live in pairs

from the inside

one way to the real world-

a baroque staircase,

double helix

the healing process-

how i love to know

my body is burying

its mistakes below scar point

getting better is

short-lived metamorphosis

outside of the chrysalis,

getting well is letting

grandmother cells

hide the seams of a scab

and believing you'll never

have to fly away

to live again

scar-less.

the potted lilies

on the window,

wilting-

somewhere in the chloroplasts,

photosynthesis,

the last supper

before necrosis

from inconspicuous chambers

outside of the heart,

somewhere in the nuclei

life writes its story

chicken scratch genetic code

and to life:

and once this is all over

and you can no longer

build and bail yourself out,

realize that no helix

climbs as far as heaven

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.