Armpits, etc.

This is a stream of consciousness piece I wrote (but haven't fully completed) for Lit class that really stuck with me. The poem following was inspired by the first piece - I felt it was important to include both for context. 

I am not afraid; she praised herself; I am not afraid to raise these tortured eyes full of truth in the face of falseness, thrust this crooked nose in the air and open my mouthful of words. She was so sure, so utterly convinced of her power that she must have grown some with her head. Her courage surely didn’t live in her heart, it never had and never would, just like anybody else. She thought of the power between her brows while admiring her sticking scapulas in the mirror. Naked and bold and fresh and alive and layered in musk flashed like headlines on her vain lips. She raised her arms to show off her clean-shaven armpits to herself, considering the provocative nature of such unseen shaven things. She would wear her armpits out tonight. Curving her bony eggshell hips and firmly planting her skeletal toes, she slunk around to her closet. It was big, so big that every time she entered it she curled her pale lips deservingly and prowled it’s expanse like a territorial lioness. She saw herself so, with less hair and fuller breasts and duller eyes that she did not and would not hide. The red one, the red one with sequins would pair with her powdered rouge complexion tonight, where would she have kept it in this enormous room? Perhaps the butler could fetch it for her; but no, she did not want the butler here, clouding up her time and space. He was a bore of a man who did his job perfectly the first time and never asked for a raise. She was not fond of his objectlike behavior and wished he would betray some flaw, a tick or a nervous habit that she could humanize him with. She found the flashing piece of scarlet cloth herself and draped it seductively around her shape.


Armpits

No skin left! 
I'm all talk
see with banshee screams right through
me my big sensual body
unseen shaven things!
Please, feel free to run away
i won't chase you, there are 
PLENTY who come to see
a skinless Wonder Woman 
check my teeth they're metal-sheath
scrunch yourself in a ball and screech
I don't wear clothes just for you
i wear my words like hair
styled, purfumed, impeccable
artificial growth hormones
don't try to jump my bones through the phone
i'm an airplane on a crash course
rookie boot thumper with plants for brains
can't seem to run into the sun soon enough
don't get a sunburn; no melanin
lucky? starved for some grade-A
TRUTH sometime soon i need a 
Daily Dose of grunge
and probably some Vitamin D
i never wonder if i'm pretty enough
i'm perfect without your judgement
don't worry yourself
i don't need a husk of cellular protection
i am all blood & teeth & grit
all grown out
don't think about tomorrow;
you won't be in mine;
    just appreciate my shaven armpits.