[2015] Bleeding Heart

 
Getting high in her bedroom  
up till the late hours of the night  
with a box cutter knife, perfecting her art  
 
Another uneventful day in her uninspired life  
now spent carving into her left thigh  
the geometry of a heart  
 
Devoid of purpose  
without a sense of direction  
---spiraling, gravitating  
towards a black hole of affection  
 
Practicing her runway walk
before the mirror, modeling
her bleeding heart  
with no where else to turn  
Nowhere to go  
 
Let the hushed whispers start  
 
Ready for public consumption  
hurts her adoring fans can appreciate  
for the whole wide world to see  
 
Belly button shirts and tight miniskirts  
to showcase her latest masterpiece  
along a runway of insecurity  
 
Spiraling, gravitating  
Towards a black hole of affection  
---devoid of purpose  
without a sense of direction  
 
Nowhere to run and hide  
No longer can the pain be contained  
as it cuts its way out from inside  
 
Too little too late in escaping her fate  
she's destined to be  
 
a supermodel of mediocrity