Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (6/11/00)

I wish I could waste away again

to be be size zero

have my ribs poke through my skin

feel the plane of my belly

the mountains of my hip bones

to be tiny and fragile

I wish I didn’t carry around

the weight of the world

and hate myself everytime I looked at myself

I wish I could erase two years time

and 45 unwanted pounds

to be queen of the world again

even if only for a day.

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