It’s just past midnight
I can’t fall asleep
My thighs are still touching
I’m beginning to weep
Where are my bones?
My ribs, my spine?
Everything’s fat
I’m not feeling fine
I won’t eat tomorrow
Or the day after that
I’ll starve 'til it’s gone
All that fat fat fat
YOU ARE READING
Skinny
PoetryOnce upon a time I stayed up a little too late and poured my feelings into poems.