For the month of may her heart was gray
and she only ate three apples
In the mirror she watched herself and on her cheeks were tears
She enjoyed the sin of eating
but felt the fat pile on her body
So for the month of June her heart was black
and she ate a stick of celery
It didn’t last long because the toilet called her name
so nothing was all she felt
and by July her heart couldn’t beat
and was faded into dust
and she couldn’t feel anything anymore because all she was,
was nothing