Tangled 

Tangled in a trapWhere my flesh is a prison

Soft and giving

Round and nurturing 

A body that’s managed

To survive even after countless 

Attempts to cut its life short

“They” tell me it’s choking the real me

I can’t be beautiful in this fleshy suit

Though, honestly, I’m starting to think

I could craft a tango of tangles

As I’ve beaten the odds thus far

And I’ll simply dance my way

Out of “their” reach
Cha cha cha

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