I am getting overheated.
The cotton of my shirt sticks to me
Clinging
To every last curve of my body,
The last curve I am wasting.
I am waiting to be
Completed
Even though the longer I say,
On this troubled earth, the more that is taken away
From me.
I am watching
For my soul to go on sale,
So I have a chance of buying it back
Again.
I’d reduced the price when I let in the thief,
Carelessly lacking any thought of anticipated
Grief
Or reasons why I should be more careful.
Now more careful than ever with nothing to protect
I stand waiting to see
A part of me left
For the hungry
With a stomach empty and a mind filled
With overeaten
Apathy.