Scrolling…

You’re styling wrong

You’re eating wrong

You’re sitting wrong

You’re breathing wrong

You’re existing wrong

Wrong wrong wrong wrong –

She s m a s h e d her phone into the ground

Watched it          slide

Across the floor

            In front of the closet door

Her ragged breathing

Rattled her ears

The screen lit up

You have a text message

She checked herself in its camera

Only to find it cracked

Despite the digital smoothening

She still wasn’t perfect

She was never perfect

Never could be perfect

Nothing worked

                                                Nothing

She screamed as she felt her face

Cracked like a porcelain doll

The cracks spread from her jaw

Into her n o se

Through her e ye s

A

            C

                        R

                                    O

                                                S

                                                            S

Her sc a lp

Flesh chippe d off

Slowly

Painfully –

They found her in time

Blood seep

ing

through the c racks

They brought her to the surgeon

He promised to fix her

Replaced her organs with gears

Her eyeballs with glass balls

Hand punched new hair

Held her to the light

He presented her

The dollhouse her forever home

The perfect

daughter

The perfect

woman

Soulless but beautiful

Finally perfect.

This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.