it collects on my scalp and trickles down my cheeks
it's slides down my neck, melts on my collarbones, and eats at my shoulders
it slithers around my arm fat, and waves in between my back
it absorbs into my chest, and releases down my waist
and it wraps and wraps
it tightens, like a corset on a princess
and it cuts into my heart, like lumber when met with an axe
it brushes my hair behind my ear
and it ignores my tears
before it paints itself onto my legs, making its final stop at my toes
it grows nasty branches, and points to certain limbs on my body
it steams into my kitchen, and laughs at all the food in my cupboard
it grows and grows
and becomes louder and louder
and i am so damn hungry
but not as hungry as i am
to for once in my life
love something else besides the idea of being smaller
i'm in no control
and it grows everyday
i want to stop it
but a weird part of me
doesn't want it to go away.
- k
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