her feet couldn't reach the ground.
a few inches of dense air beneath her toes,
from bed to kitchen to couch to kitchen.
stomach left empty and hands left cracked,
she ran miles on clouds and dripped sweat on far away carpet.
exhausted, her heels found grounding on the scale:
six down, thirteen to go.
legs bent toward the hard wood floor,
water weighing her down,
she tip toes to her bed, giddy from the effort
and sleeps, ready to drown herself again tomorrow.