Idaho

Glimmering lights
I am not dainty or quaint
Glaring Fashion
I am not pure or exciting

I am flawed

As surely are the ragged skin that hangs from my last bought of mutilation
I am as dead and useless
As surely as my head pounds in pain
I am as sharp and unwanted.
Colored in drab, unfab, and plain.

I pray at my alter to be pretty and sweet.
I beg of my god to be accepted.
I will faithfully make absolutions
and Hope for mercy.