You pull I push The break is never easy, like taffy cooked too long Shattering when stretched thin That's how my inner monologue copes with anorexia Eating holes straight through But you could never stand the smell Driftwood wet-rot thoughts boiling down Catarizing the wound that always worries My sluggish heart Take a deep breath Swollen and stolen it beats heavy in the starving cavity of my wintery chest Longing for summer For the cosmic revolution that will bring it back around to the aching center The sun. You. Life. Wake me up when night falls Wake me up with stars burning behind my eyes