By Shoshana Castro-Root, TIWP Student

I took the eraser,
ebbed my eyeballs away.
I took the eraser,
brushed it across my raw,
blood-battered lips.
I took the eraser 
upon 
each 
fickle 
ear.
I took the eraser—
my breasts, gone!
(Along with my heart.)
I took the eraser
around the bulge of my belly.
I took the eraser 
along the wayward curve of my spine.
I took the eraser,
resculpted the sloppy meat of my hips.
I took the eraser
clean 
through
my 
neck.
I took the eraser 
over the scabs that illustrate my face. 
I took my eraser.