Self Confidence
A poem.
Jan 17, 2021
She’d hook them on her body.
Reel them in with a glimpse of skin.
And once they got a piece
they wouldn’t leave until they got it all.
Her body wasn’t like anything they had before.
The softest skin,
the curves.
She’d do, well, what they wanted.
She knew how to work it so
they’d get addicted to her skin.
She might’ve been dead inside,
but she was convinced it was her
most redeeming quality:
her skin.
She’d bare herself to them,
hoping
that maybe,
it’d be enough for one of them
to stay
forever.
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