Inconspicuous

At the back, this is where I relax

A safe haven, forsaken by others

For odours unusual they could not stand

Thus in solitude, 

A sangfroid mood 

When the look on their faces anchors me in degradation

At the back, where everybody hides their secrets

Dark, fungus I lay without light

Out of sight and tell them “Fuck You”

I’m through faking a disturbed girl

Who is mute.

Here I let my boobs hang and stretch marks glow

In the darkness I do not care, I know they will not show

At the back, that’s where I relax.

I re-grasp reality; the real in me becomes numb

And recollects beauty

At the back…