the knife on your skin
behold the fat it's reducing.
it's painful to see it happen
from chubby to bony so rapid.
tears streak down your face
food lurching inside to find a place
but in the end it all comes out
the leaving calories is all it's about.
the gum on your tongue stays all day
the fatigue, the thirst is all you gotta pay
for a body approved for display
tinted yellow amongst the red scars you've slain.
the less you consume, the more it grows
your highs have now become your lows
there's no emotions - happy or sad
it's only count your calories, reduce your fat.
you ache to write the note and forever bail
erasing, hoping, yet mourning
but the numbers on the scale
tilting, shaking and finally falling.
the cheeks that once got squeezed
have now hollowed out and matured
the way your mirror laughed and teased
alas innocence soon turned to insecure.
but don't burn away
please
don't burn away
for me.
~ fading
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
