Steamed Mochi Skin <3

[build up – haiku] Lip gloss on the bruise, Bunny ears frame empty eyes, Stream chat says, “So cute.” (I haven’t eaten... Since Tuesday... does that mean I... Deserve to be loved yet...) [drop – tanka] Gacha girl on mute, With a ribbon-wrapped consent, Pastel-stitched regret. Sold herself in seven frames, Captioned, “Uwu, broken doll.” [hook – haiku] Emoji teardrop, Slides down her pre-set cheekbone, Claps track the silence. [bridge – tanka] Idol mask cracked slow, Kawaii can’t stop the glitch. Crying in thirds now, Cheeks puffed like steamed mochi skin, But the trauma still seeps in. (They called me “perfect”... I think they meant it... once... then... Forgot they meant it...) [instant change – haiku] Peach vape in her lungs, Voice, sweetened with antacids, “I’m okay,” she says. [drop – tanka] Capsule toy heartbeat, Blink-lagged into girlhood rot. Pachinko prayers fail. Teeth clench through the praise-burst rain, “Thank you for the donos, love.” [hook – haiku] Sticker smile stays on, Through the error in her code. She bows. Glitch. Applause. (Still here... still cute... still clapping... Still not... real...)