Thick Skin

The skin I’m in

Is thick

And heavy.

It weighs me down



Flights of stairs are mountains

And hills make me burn.

I sit back and imagine

The yellow gloop

Coagulating beneath

The skin I’m in.

Clogging my heart

And veins.

Does the sugar dissolve in my blood stream?

Or is it still there?



Crystal like structures

Blocking the blood

That must flow.

The skin I’m in

Is thick

And heavy

But it does not save me

From the hate I feel

When I look in the mirror

When I attempt to pull

Fabric over

The hills and valleys

And softness

Of my hips.

I wish I could erase

The skin I’m in

And start again

And maybe

I’d be better

With a different skin.