to my 16 year old self

skinny limbed chicken
i find my former self,
scowling from the inside
out, scornful of the
fistfuls of joy and wanting 'only'
a pair of miss 60 jeans!

reading sophie's world cross-legged,
unfurling antelope limbs with
crushed grapes of pain
at the shins,
dimly aware of the world
outside my windowpane.

a rush of blood to the head
and crushing pain
in a motionless chest,
remnants of rebellion -
the night before and my
glorious escape, intoxication.