Blood flows from my wrist like carbon dioxide from my lungs
I search in the endless sea for the stitching but it must be buried under the rocks

Somewhere a child cries; his mother won't feed him
Imagine yourself as the mother
Now as the child
I am both the mother
And child
I am hungry;
Starving
But, I cannot feed myself
Because of the calories and the
Weight

My skin, it tears at the thought
Of eating
I tear it open; it tears me open
****** wrist, ****** thighs
It comes in slowly and rapid movement
My heart barley beats; it thumps
Softly against my fingers
Too many pills I guess
Too much pain, I guess