Body Image

Body Image

I use my body as an escape.

Letting hands glide over hills,
while search lights roam,
casting secrets into the open.

Rivers of tears
carve out cheeks,
chapped lips,
and broken collar bones.

Who am I to doubt the foundation?

I lay myself out for understanding.

Earthquakes uproot shoulders,
gnarled fingers dig out channels,
feeling for form among the many.

Stretches of land
engraved with marks,
inked with graffiti,
and twisted by fat.

We accept the outcome.

I destroy an image to feel peace.