What matters anat..oh..me…

Nails painted and polished

But chipped, chomped and crevacing crumbs of the scum of the day hide under the tips of moons.

Quiks quickly bitten and nicotine stains hidden where the arm of the pen sits.

Lips lacquered and glossed

But chapped, over-licked and laced with seamed saliva simmer 

beneath dried remnants of last nights consumables.

Teeth touched with tainted tongue

And plaque plagues enamel, 

while palates are arid, showing barren gums…

…brush off this decay…

Skin softened and moisturised,

But bruised, scraped and scaly.

Flakes slide through stockings,

Longing for a healthy bronze…

A moleless map of skeletal covering.

Eyes tinted with lenses of blue,

But mapped with lines 

through streams of salt, masking optics and visions true.

Soles padded and striding sturdy,

But blistered, bleeding and raw –

…This journey…

With holes in socks 

and rocks under foot

Is measured

By the length

Of

My

Strength.

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