real

this wicked world
poor girl
so worn and tired
a thing to dispose of
her rot is spilled everywhere
this ancient girl
this tunnel vision life
the pedestal is unreliable
and about to break
get down poor girl
your beauty cannot save
you from the reality
of realness
the world does not wait for you
learn to stand on the pedestal
or with its snap you will fall
and the rope will take your life
girl
why don’t you eat something?
the rot has consumed you so?
you’ve eaten so much lace and silk
that your brain is all jumbled and knotted
the pathways are clotted
it’s a miracle that your heart is still on fire
who fed you, girl?
you are the monster standing in
your own way
girl
don’t run, she will always be right behind you
              cry
                         cry
                                        cry
feel feel feel
girl
if you do not eat
it will eat you

v. estrella 2/11/25