ode to the pimples

they came in great numbers

to occupy the surface of my skull

particularly on my facial skin

during the painful throes

of my puberty

they merrily engorged themselves

with happy yellow pus

that invited to be squeezed

as they turn reddish

at the base

they kept away amorous boys

from expressing their affections

to the teenager attached to the skull

which left poor poor me

swamped with unrequited love

that overflowed in my diaries

thirty years henceforth

an ocassional one would dare to creep out

shyly hidden at the nape of the neck

or behind an earlobe

or in the deepest unreacheable crevice

on the side of my nose

but mostly i suspect

that they have never really left my head

they've just furrowed themselves

into the deep recesses of my skull

embedding their heartless pointless

existence into my brain

only to reappear again on the surface

to escape from the jolts of electricity

caused by stress and hormonal fluctuations

i have come to accept them

as my frienemies

i am grateful of their infrequent visits

as they remind me of my youth

and what a joy it was to face the mirror

each morning and greet them with my nails...

of wrath.

milay the incorrigible