She peeled back her skin and saw
that she was raw material for a
marketing machine that would
make a fortune in denying the
fragile existence of a woman
because she was fitted out in
the wrong covering.
——
Leaving her tight skin friends
another floated into money by
stripping out her stomach and
pretending that her body was
a robot’s by oiling the joints
with the catwalk.
——
They met over a dustbin of lies
where the flies circled the misery
placed on their heads by those
blinded by the balance of funds
and break the beauty and the
gift of those who will die of
the sickness of who they are.
