RaeAnn Kime Abyss   I have eaten too much cake for years, I am ugly. Others look at me in horror, I am something to be hated. It is a condition I was born with, a birth mask, a death mark. I’ve become so empty I tally up offers like notches on a bedpost. In the mirror, I realize my own girth, weighted and round. My face looms up before me plain and opaque, crawls with freckles.  I float, a big plain blimp, love me, love me, please. I pull my hair back, expose all of me. I am naked, there, what do you see? Prism eyes split off in as many directions as the sun. A white moon face opens up and inside, vast as an abyss, rock climbers scale down. With a pick the chest cave is cracked, the dove flies free.

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