Crispy, and yet thin,
its rough curves shatter and snap,
salty, fragile chips.

The air fills with the smell of buttermilk
biscuits and sizzle of patty sausages.
The whistling song of the red breasted robin undercuts the sizzle.
The rest of her orchestra accompanies her.
Crickets chirp, squirrels cheep,
and the blue jay tweets its solo.
They serenade their audience with
Nature's 9th symphony.

As the aroma of morning breakfast seeps into the living room,
the children stampede, ready to savor the sweet home cooked meal. My sister tells me good morning and hugs me.
I fix her food first.

After I feed the rascals, I sit back in my cushioned chair
and place my plate of biscuits, eggs, sausages, and syrup on the wooden table.
I enjoy my cooking as I listen to
Nature's concluding sonata.
The rising sun warms my arm
and signals this will be a wonderful day.

Barely eating
Won't admit to the hunger I feel
Tell you I already ate
That I'll buy some food later

Don't know what it is
Why it is
I'm not overweight
Don't hate being so skinny

Yet still I won't eat
My stomach so foreign to the concept
For although it's not my weight
I'm still delighted by the flatness of my skin
The fall of weight on those scales

I don't know the truth anymore
Can't make sense of the mess I'm in
Don't know if secrets are good or bad

I'm scared
You don't suspect a thing
Making it so easy to waste away

I feel sick at the smell of food
And I just want to run
Forwards, backwards, I can't tell

Barely eating
I never understood the real me
Never thought I could despise what my stomach so desperately needs

I honestly wouldn't mind
Getting into trouble with you
I wouldn't mind hugging you forever
I wouldn't mind sharing my house with you
I wouldn't mind sharing my bed with you
Just so I could get your sleepy cuddles every night
Just so I could feel you with me
I honestly wouldn't mind
Doing the stupidest things with you
I wouldn't mind walking 2 hours for food
in the middle of the night with you
I wouldn't mind getting your grumpy side
I honestly wouldn't mind at all
Because all this means having you here
with me
and that's all I want

Your coldness smells refreshing, do your ice cubes contain alcohol?

Being skinny is really hard.
Starving yourself is not so smart.
I keep trying and trying to lose that weight.
But end up eating chocolate cake.
I say "just one bite!"
Two
"Three or four isn't bad for you..."
Five, six
"Just give me a slice."
Double it up
"It taste really nice!"

Scrape,scrape,scrape.
Sounds of sad desperate melody as one would agree,
Tok-scrape-pause }x3

The happy anthem is ending,***.
Might as well give up,
corners are mere torture,
twisting,turning,
every angle you turn that butter knife,
It doesn't reach where you want it to.

The happy anthem is ending,
the desperate background and torturous beat
comes to an end,
leaving an imprint of sadness in your mind.

no more nutella for you.

Love.
—a substantive
which may sustain
an entire life

With every bite with bone and skin,
The temple groaned and shook again.
His dwelling place did I neglect
To the end with bad effect.
Your soul wanders an endless maze.

brownies taste better
and fill me up with their love
more than you. that's it.