Sandbagging by Aleah Dye

you can only hide inside
yourself for so long—you are not
a coat rack full up, you are not
obscure, you are not
outside perception. i can see you,
hands wringing until bloody, eyes
darting until frozen that way.

you will fall
out from your chest, diaphragm stretching
in taffy pull, breasts collapsing
as overdone cake.

no one will ever consume you but yourself.
no hand will burn you but your own.