POETRY

Please, She’s a Star

A poem

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She is the girl who eats the hearts,
who handles polite,
perfect little rejections with bite marks.

You smile, but it feels like a knife,
you smile and she bleeds.
They taught her patience,

To be still when darkness
threatens her reason,
and she learned.

But the waiting stretched
for what feels like forever
twisting into want,

Into hunger,
into a bone-gnawing need,
that eats its own tail to eat, like a serpent.

You see, she's starving.
She is the beast from fairy tales,
the one who's done waiting

For what she's owed.
She was made for adoration,
for faces to lighten up as they witness her,

But they avert their eyes.
So she became the girl
with razor blades for teeth

Who can't help but smile.
They will name her monster,
and perhaps she is,