a beastly frame

too much of me and so little of you

the hate i carry settles deep within my flesh and bones, it is engraved onto my skin.

i cannot breathe in my body without wishing to perish. so why can’t i stop feeding myself?

i feel too much of my body. the width of my hips, the size of my fingers. They all serve as an agonizing reminder of how much space i occupy. there’s too much of me. too much flesh and skin for a woman, i cannot stand it.

i ache at night and beg the skies for mercy so i may hold less room in this empty space between me and you. there’s too much of me and so little of you.

i who am a woman

and you who are a man

i whose existence is not meant to be felt, and you whose shoulders are meant to be able to carry the weight of my existence.

i feels beastly and large.

there’s too much of me and so little of you. Too much skin and flesh for me to drag across the cold tiled floor. so i lay anchored to the floor as you blissfully lift one feet after the other.