A Natural Disaster

I’m a natural disaster, so each morning I dutifully slather makeup over my eruptions and fault lines, yet I fool no one.

I’m a natural disaster, so when hair covers my body like dense Amazonian rainforest, I come in with a chainsaw. I shave and shave until I’m deforested.

I’m a natural disaster, so I run to melt the rings of fat that circumference my hips and my thighs. Running until the fire licks my lungs.

I’m a natural disaster at the mercy of your expectations.

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