Getting stuck in masochism

of career, beauty, fashion

a masochism of indulgence

that fills the belly until it hurts

until it bursts and splatters

culture, ambition, sex, art

all over the bathroom wall

A reality where tattoos,

cover up the cutting

piercings drill holes

in physical insecurities

a sense of not belonging

camouflaged by black kohl

by a fuck-you attitude

The little voices that tell

what’s wrong, what’s good

not schizophrenia, just ads

the shit an open mind

constantly gets stuffed with

until it’s full and over-flows

like a drain full of hair

The masochism of high heels,

of starving on skimmed milk

the pain of pulled out hairs

of pushed up tits, sucked in bellies

the masochism of real women

with the fucked up confidence

of a monkey on a moped