Artificial Animal
You’re a gremlin, a monster
ugly and rotting
a slick, small thing of shadow and filth
but only when you’re alone
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When you step beyond your door
you change
You become something safer
something sweet
something the world can bear to look at
and desire
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Your eyes grow wide and bright
lashes stretch, cheeks flush
lips grow larger, teeth uniform
You pluck the wild from your brows and scrub the pores away
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And still, beneath the powder
you feel time’s slow hunger
the sag, the grey, the lines
as if the world’s weight is a thumb
pressing its print into your face
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You freeze yourself
pour in the poison
tell yourself the pain is worth it
teach your body not to feel
not to spot, not to stain
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No one must see
the creature in the quiet
the one who eats and sleeps
weeps and bleeds
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This is the truth you keep hidden
You are a living, breathing animal
that wants, above all else
to be left wild
About the Creator
Alyssa Cherise
Art, nature, and magic, in no particular order.

Comments (1)
Nice poem, I'm sure a lot of people would relate to this!