Refund, Repair or Replace

She wants to escape. 
To float. 
To get out; right out of her battered, mistreated body.

The mirror reflects her face; which in turn reflects
Her frustration, her desperation, her disgust
At what she has allowed herself to become.

She wants to wriggle out of her skin. 
Or better still, tear her way out.
Tear the skin off her back, rip the hair from her head,
Never stopping, never pausing,
Until the layers of ugly skin and clothes 
Are nothing but a heap of shredded scraps on the dirty floor. 

To quench the itching that rides her body like a Mexican wave, 
That’s what she wants. 
To leave behind this human shell for which she holds no regard, affection or hope. 
It’s now, it’s a go-  time to rise up and float off, 
Separate the pure from the wasted, 
Abandon this sinking ship. 

She is lost within this body, these dulled senses and heavy limbs have led her astray. 
She cannot see the others, and they do not see her. 
Not even these bleary teary eyes are windows into her soul
They are opaque; useless squinty things; and that’s for the best
Because now,
She needs a nice, quiet place, in which she can; undisturbed;
Dye her hair.