frail little girl inside your soul ..
hasn’t eaten for days ;
no food , no drink .

“buddhist fasting .” she says ….

tell me you smell a corpse
and i'll hand you a mirror
i see right through you because these windex tears make everything clearer .

as we grew more familiar with one another’s skin ,
you watched your intake .
I wanted nothing but you ,
and you would inhale nothing but me ,
counted calories like sheep before drifting off to sleep .
the less you ate , the more
room you saved for me .
i begged and i pleaded with you ,
i even fed you by my own hand ,
but it would always end up in the sewage system hours later ..

i love you ….

you’re drowning in sand ..