Self–Portrait

Protruding and unspeakable, pallid porcelain peninsulas
Rising domed and cherry-topped.
Gentle slopes fading in the smooth white ocean of flesh.
Some, hot and hungry, devour these sweet rounded handfuls of shame,
Oblivious to the spider web scars, a road map of mistakes made,
Battles won, innocence lost.
Twin confectionaries rebelling against the passing of time,
Sugar-sweet soufflés destined to deflate and disintegrate.
Disarming in their softness, arched peaks puncture my girlhood
Unmercifully and yet, so deliciously.

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