Body
He formerly was not teased when he was twice his size at present,
He was brutally assulted and destroyed.
He had not lifted weights all of Winter to assume a shape they liked best,
He starved himself to the absolute limit,
To the brink of a self-induced coma.
At his socials, they loved his new look, they absolutely devoured it,
His biceps were a groping ground for the ladies,
And even if he hated the touch, he drank in the attention nonetheless.
He swelled his head, his stallion rose to greater heights,
He could feel the roses fall on his cheeks when the girls to heed of his incredible build,
He could flex the skin meats out till they all collectively swooned,
But today he pulled something and fell without control.
He had torn a ligament, a piece of skin that united his muscle and bone,
He limped into the bathroom of the hospital room,
Staring at the anorexic body builder, a stranger he always disliked,
What stared back at him was not a disliked stranger;
It was an amorphous creature, shaping and reshaping itself,
Into an image it felt they could tolerate.
