August was a turtleneck that didn't fit.
Arrested at the crown of the head,
overheated gasp.
Don't you think- she thought,
I see the irony in everything I do?
Pressing ruthlessly against the yield of flesh,
probing against the pale underbelly, measuring
the distance between skin and bone.
is it better now? Is it better?
Imperceptible white ribbons at
the curve of the thigh, a bow tie atop
the gift of a new healthy body
swollen against the wrap.
I hate... I hate myself. Feels all wrong-
She eats her dinner and
the food digests in her brain.
Healthy, now? Is this-
Healing?
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
August was a turtleneck that didn't fit.
Arrested at the crown of the head,
overheated gasp.
Don't you think- she thought,
I see the irony in everything I do?
Pressing ruthlessly against the yield of flesh,
probing against the pale underbelly, measuring
the distance between skin and bone.
is it better now? Is it better?
Imperceptible white ribbons at
the curve of the thigh, a bow tie atop
the gift of a new healthy body
swollen against the wrap.
I hate... I hate myself. Feels all wrong-
She eats her dinner and
the food digests in her brain.
Healthy, now? Is this-
Healing?
