Feeling chest heave
Not to cry in public

        I sometimes hate
        How emotional I am

Those words spat
A thousand daggers

       Why am I so
        sensitive?  

Fresh, frosted chocolate
Plate of dozen doughnuts

          Fat.

Catastrophic crosshatch
More red marks than pencil

         I’ll never pass.

Avoiding line of sight
Two souls elapsing.  

         When?

Thinking and breathing
a task sometimes overbearing

       *Because...