gliding along carefree

down the halls

eating candy like a disease that

we so eagerly inhabiting our

minds

to infect us with a notion

that no one hears us any ways

pointing candle sticks

at the anorexics

walking with our fat noses in the air.

why should we care?

but no one asked us if we wanted to

get away for a day

just to smile at the air because it was there

we have to do that all day any ways

to avoid the questions

about why we're looking so skinny today.

but they're pointing the candle sticks

at the anorexics

just to make sure everyone knows

so that they can smile, and turn up their nose.

but they secretly turn away a meal

hoping to find something to own

that doesn't smell like flowers

but rather, feels small and delicate

like one.

where sin in tightly licking bones

and starving on the corner.

because it isn't worth it

when you're so sad, taste has no meaning

but turning blood into wine

so the point the candle sticks

at the anorexics

searching through their back packs for a lighter

so they can set them on fire

all i wanted was to be worth more

than her.

turning in a heart beat

to beat my heart senseless for never forgiving

a slight pause in the pressure of feeling

he presented to it

filling me...

but now he is gone...

so should i be

pointing candle sticks

at the anorexics

or admit that i feel like i am becoming one

Copyright by Kim Thevenot

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