But God is for the poor. The rich can go to sleep and wake up pretty.
Rip
Cut
Suck
Tuck
Nip
Perk
Sew
Scar
And into little jars went the woman I was meant to be.
Twenty-six thousand dollars worth of self-esteem plastered onto me forever, and no more t-shirts at the beach. No more hiding in the bathroom during pictures. No more getting asked out as a joke.
Drip
Drop
Splash
Shh
Eleven years later, I still taste like plastic.
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