Emancipation

by Zabe
illustration by Zabe

I want to learn more.

See the girl in the mirror.

Do I see her?

A fat whore?

Emaciated and scared?

Starving fat full of falsities?

Choking on existence.

She needs to be thin.

She needs to figure out the math,

the science.

She disguises the taste

of fear

waiting

I am on a new plane

and I fly at my own risk.

My

legs are shaking like

branches of a weeping willow.

A thunder storm.

And deep inside

There is a red metallic ball of fire.

It is the pit of my bodily structure.