Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

on unfortunate weight loss

doing what i've come
to do best
noticing imperfections
raw skin
defined ribs
and jutting hip bones
baggy jeans
not for fashion
but from losing
weight

...and it's all
sitting on my shoulders
these days
and there is no
control
no brake petal
no emergency exit

i'm just locked up here
with myself

at war.

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