Turning Away

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

Email: Kim Thevenot

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