Skip to main content

Whatever.


Coat it in pink,
flash a smile,
crease it hard
as they roll down,
martyrs of pain.

"Paws up,
shoulders straight!
Look pretty." 
instructs mama. 

Tummy in, 
flab tucked in black.
eyes apprehensive.
legs curled up,
I wait
a moment or two. 
Mind travels forth
and back.

"Is he looking?" 
eyes flutter
eyelashes bat
neck turns. 
He was, or may be
he might have...

Tummy in,
turn away,
flash a smile
small talk,
act busy.

I hear his voice
a little distant now,
get a glimpse as
I tilt eyeballs to the side.  

He looks at me,
she points a finger
with muffled attempts 
to hide laughter. 

Tummy in,
turn away,
flash a smile
small talk, 
act busy.

Mask it up,
smooth some kohl
on teary eyes.
coat it in pink,
crease it hard,

stroke your hair
with a plastic comb. 
corset your curves,
hold in tight.

Breathe less,
tummy in,
flab tucked in black.
sit in a stool
butt overflow,

eyes apprehensive,
legs curled up
shoulders straight,
glance at the hand mirror.
Oh! Hide that bald patch

Look around,
flash a smile,
small talk,
act busy.

Take a sip.
Oh its beer.
it'll bloat me up.
"Ah.. no thanks!" 

Eyes flutter,
eyelashes bat,
neck turns,
look away.

Dinner is served,
cheers, laughter.
shake hands,
nod away,
chew lettuce, 
flash a smile,
small talk,
act busy.

"Hey polka face!
baldy moldy!
Are you pregnant?
Are you exercising, beta?
*Trumpet sounds*"

Stilettos tap,
past muddles into present.
"Hey, Join us for a selfie!" 
she says. 
flash a smile, 
tummy in,
Are my arms fat on screen?
get a glimpse 
as I tilt eyeballs to the side.


Drive home,
untie corset,
bra strapped off,
sweatshirt on,
slurp unsalted soup

"Idi Amin!
Have you looked at the mirror?
I'll charge double for your seat.
Stop eating, fatso!
I'll help you in weight loss!"

Mind travels forth 
and back.
Tuck your tummy in.
Breathe less.
smear kohl.
crease it harder. 

Pop in pills,
Green tea.
wind down. 
Dream. 

"Hey polka face!
baldy moldy!
Are you pregnant?
Are you exercising, beta?
*Trumpet sounds*"






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Inter realms

It's been long... A very long time since a time with you for this had been engaged engaged in the tantrums of the myriad windows windows that make this what it is
It is yet an undiscovered psyche psyche, let me not call it one One which denies the inner the inner that craves craves for fame fame for esteem esteem by relations relations from shallow ponds
Ponder, it ponders it's state stating unanimously of it's grave realm realm, which it considers not to be grave.
Being grave is the harmony that it chose It chose to be received rather than to retreat Retreat, oh. It wasn't an option.
An option that cost it solitude Solitude, yet not unhappiness unhappiness, how could it dwell? That which dwelt is you. You are unwelcome unwelcome, it says
It says, it cannot be be in harmony yet in solitude solitude, as you aren't a companion companion? It probes.
It probes me, for I talk for you. You stay dormant  dormant, never speak for yourself.
Your windows open only to it, it…

A jungle of hell

I lost my way in the woods,
there is no sunshine to caress,
no rain to melt with,
no green to rejoice in,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with no guffaws of the hyenas,
no chatter of the monkeys,
or the roars of a lion,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with no pearly falls from the mountain,
no mountain at all,
no chilling breeze cutting through my sweat,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with not the music of the bamboos,
not the trot of a deary deer,
nor the melody of a cuckoo,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in the woods,
with not the hunters killing for food,
with not the saw men cutting for good,
nor their intent very pure,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where there are concrete all around,
bricks that overlay the fertile land,
gummy tar that nullifies the greens of the ancient past,
yet a jungle.

I lost my way in this wood,
where there is no land to plough,
no soil to seed, no shoots to water,
yet food to eat, in the heavy laden plates of gold,

PSA: GLAM-WHAMs Read on!

Okay. Let's do this.
Some facts are hard to digest but true. To all those pretty people with sour cream 'fairness' masks sploshed on their dusty dusky faces once in every week, the fad dieting extremists whose diet routine involves surviving a whole year through the energy generated by a single pea (Are you the dragon warrior? Tai Lung is on the look out), to all those having a face lift, botox and brouhaha for looking the GLAM-WHAM aunty-next-door (scratch that!). This is a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
Lend me your ears! For the media is ambitious yet honourable! The idealism that you believe which you have set for yourself is an outcome of the billion frames that pass by every time you click the remote to fill your mind with the colours of the junk box. (I'm speaking about the TVs that you either get as freebies for voting for bad-guy-politicians or that flat desirable LCD screen that you've bought online on the TrapFart's Big Bullion Day Offer)
It has infil…