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Suffocate Myself (Corset)

by Vikki Owens

My life is a
suffocation,
an ever-tightening of
a corset already tight,
the eyeholes and the
drawstrings
are my knife and my fork.

Here are my stays of flesh
and bone:
I place my plate back in the cupboard.
Here is my punishment:
a ridgid spine and
shallow breath.

07/17/2003

Author's Note: possible submission

Posted on 07/18/2003
Copyright © 2022 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 08/24/03 at 09:15 AM

ooo... having worn several corsets myself... both physically and mentally, i find this poem very relatable... great imagery... blessings...

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