Skinny

Skinny

A Poem by Liz
"

Weight.

"
And then,
The little number
Appears on the screen.
Only today,
There's only 
Two digits.
Not three.
And I know,
That I'm
Dizzy and
Weak and
Nauseous and 
Tired,
All because of that
Little number.
But I can
Control
That little number.
Even when
Everything else is
Out of my hands.
That number,
That little number,
I can always make it go
Down.

© 2010 Liz


Author's Note

Liz
I didn't really want to publish this, but whatever. Just a little thing I wrote real quick just now.

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