i moved towns
for better walking trails,
i have settled for odd living
to be alone with food,
i stopped pouring milk into my coffee,
it's comfort no longer.
the pit in my stomach may grow,
but the numbers on the scale only lower.
it's getting colder out now,
autumn approaching.
long days of pacing in cute tights and oversized knitted sweaters.
the pounds go down,
and now nobody notices.
you could disappear without a point.
after all you're only worth the gap
between your thighs,
or how much of your hand
wraps around your arm.
YOU ARE READING
seen by me
Poesíaa collection of poetry that's come from places of darkness or desires , these poems include themes of drvg add1ct1on, an0rexia, and other dark topics of life and illness through my eyes;
