Meat suit

Now when I look in the mirror I finally see a body

Still wretched

But no longer a nest of pious rape

I see the mass and it’s gravity

Not just the fire that burns into a puddle of ash

Is this what peace is?

Not wanting to dig your insides out every second of everyday?

I still pick my skin like erasing mistakes

But it’s an anxious task rather than loathing.

I finally feel like a word I can’t find the words to describe.

Maybe something between beautiful and handsome.