My feminine build

My curves are a curse.

Every step I take is temptation,

My eyes ‘invite you’ to stare,

My body stiffens with every unspoken word,

The silence is deafening and I hear you groan.

I know what you’re thinking.

This body of mine only made to be perceived;

By judgemental eyes burning holes through my skin,

The heat so unbearable, 

As if the fiery depths of hell were consuming me.

The hundred eyes of Argus - 

Picking me apart,

Inch by inch and piece by piece.

The disappearing skin,

My visible blood and tears,

Draw you even closer to me.

So I shrink down,

To the size of a mouse

And crawl far back into my house, 

So their eyes cannot continue to see my body.

Without seeing me.