1.
the day my mother promised me the gravity of the moon
was the day I found
my body was meant to be a ocean
but now was a hallow shark skin drum
only pillars of stories that never stuck
a belly that would never swell
tides that never pulled
mountains I couldn’t conjure
scars where hips should have been
beauty
was the lie our mothers told to us in folklore
and truth
was a story we couldn’t remember
but left a bitter taste on our tongue
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