libertas deigned to cover her eyes
when her light went out
and her people were dead but alive
they picked a coin from the leftmost pile
it was ancient faded tired
necrotic with an absent smile
erstwhile
they picked a coin from the rightmost pile
it was obese treacherous wild
putrid and covered in bile
just fucking vile
the coins were placed over her eyes
and she was sent on her way
but when she arrived at the banks
resigned to her fate
the ferryman scowled
for these symbols of decay
even he would not take
am i fat?
don’t answer that
unless the answer’s no
in which case
can't you see
my legs jiggling
with every step i take
my footsteps like small quakes
the blubber rippling beneath my shirt
my smile nervous and fake
on the blob that is my massive head
with acorns in my cheeks
like a chipmunk having a feast
i have no contours
i have no shape
i always feel out of place
they look at dirt to avoid my face
and every day my mind is raped
by the mirror person posing as if on tape
and i want to fade away
literally
so i ask again
am i fat?
wait don't answer that
unless the answer's no
in which case
i don't believe you
there's a data center somewhere
that feeds on your rage
tells you who to hate
there's a data center somewhere
that feeds on your dark waves
now you play shadow mage
the piers and parks
where we used to play
are now digital voids
they claim same
they mirror ourselves
with beautiful sliders
now we don't know
the ugly inside us
there's a data center somewhere
that knows what you say
now you talk their way
there’s a data center somewhere
that knows your exact weight
claims that you’re gorgeous but
could work on your shape
the pillow forts and trouble
that we used to make
are now digital voids
they claim same
they transmit ourselves
with on-off toggles
now we don’t have to deal with
even the smallest quarrels
there's a data center somewhere
your passion its prey
now your loves are mundane
there’s a data center somewhere
that will one day go away
and your holy grails will perish
and that is OK