pretty girl, cruel world

whose life has been reduced

to a number, a fraction of reality.

she would be nothing at all, if only she could

the scale is god, the toilet: the godforsaken throne

and as she steps on the scale,

she's never been so unbeautiful

the bittersweet number flashes across the screen,

so assuming in its smallness

she's disappearing

good, she whispers, but

not good enough