Her body’s journey—a winding maze,
Of harsh self-loathing, fleeting praise.
A love-hate with flesh and bone,
A hollow shell, yet all her own.
Her mother’s gaze, sharp like a knife,
Taught her to fear the taste of life.
Food was poison, each bite a sin,
A battle outside and within.
And when her curves began to bloom,
Men’s hungry eyes filled every room.
She drowned in layers, shadows thick,
Oversized clothes, her hiding trick.
But still her body would not yield,
A weapon, a fortress, and a shield.
It stretched and bent, a mother’s mold,
Through blinding pain, through days grown cold.
Three children born, her blessings true,
Yet love for self, she never knew.
She gave them life, withered inside,
A flower wilting, petals dried.
In fleeting youth, she struck a truce,
Learned to make her body of use.
It served her well, it danced, it swayed,
In games of love where hearts decayed.
Riches flowed and praises poured,
Yet in her soul, a darkness soared.
For nights lay cold, the bed grew bare,
Her body cherished, her heart in despair.
And then the day her innocence died,
When trust was shattered, hope denied.
Her body bore that cruel, dark stain,
Held silent screams, absorbed the pain.
Her flesh became a prison tight,
A haunted house of endless night.
Each scar, a ghost that whispered shame,
Each bruise a mark, a smothered flame.
She wore her skin like borrowed clothes,
Torn at the seams, each wound exposed.
And in the mirror’s cruel stare,
She saw a stranger standing there.
Her body, worn, a vessel cracked,
Its edges frayed, its color sapped.
A shell she fought to mold and keep,
Now lay in shadows, buried deep.
She’d lived a thousand lives and more,
Yet all felt wasted, lost, and sore.
A candle burnt on both its ends,
Her heart grown cold, her spirit bends.
And now she stands, alone, unwhole,
Her body broken, her fractured soul.
She’s spent long years in vain compare,
Her hope now drowned in dark despair.
For all the love her flesh could bring,
Could not undo the poisoned sting.
In empty silence, shadows creep—
Her body, now her tomb, to keep.
