145 poundsA Poem by gypsynightWeightless
145 pounds, and I could not echo a sound.
My dignity bouncing around as if it could break me down, Into fragments of a person without a shell. 140 pounds, you are not around or anywhere to be found. My heart dinging and ringing making disgusting beginnings, Forgetting that endings will shatter and clutter my heart to pieces, Of once a being. 135 pounds, your laugh glazing my insides, with things I can not ingest. My eyes shift to the sky skinning and thinning the colors to dullness, Creating false laughter in the absence of silence. 130 pounds, but good enough was not worth it, Or even able to be seen. My voice lessening and freshening bad breath, Filling lungs I wish to forget. 125 pounds, and your still not proud you sit and play God. My feelings stitching together and weaving a ugly pattern, of dismay, I can not even recognize myself today. 115 pounds, yet you could not move from bed today, Afraid of reflections that tease and please your infections. Your body crumbing and bubbling as you look in the mirror, You find that you feel the same.
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