Poetry

Glam Psycho Bitch

By Sophie Saint Thomas

I don’t snort pills anymore;
I swallow the ones my 5th Avenue psychiatrist gave me.

I don’t call myself names anymore;
I choose beautiful lovers who consensually call me a whore for me.

I don’t slice myself open anymore;
I lie back and pay my plastic surgeon to use her scalpel on me.

I don’t run and hide in the shadows anymore;
I watch those who have wronged me do so should they pass by me.

I don’t hate myself anymore;
I let those envious of my success take care of that for me.

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