Withering skin shrivels onto hugging ribs,
Tighter and tighter,
the flesh grows.
No meat between the bones,
Nor weeping upon this humble abode,
Just a silence that continues to grow.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
Withering skin shrivels onto hugging ribs,
Tighter and tighter,
the flesh grows.
No meat between the bones,
Nor weeping upon this humble abode,
Just a silence that continues to grow.
They don’t get how hard it is for me to eat. At times it almost makes me sick to the point where if I take a bite and try to chew I gag. Something I’ve struggled with for a long time..eating something so simple controls such a big part of my life..something people don’t seem to understand