Food

by Wallflower friend   Oct 4, 2017


Food
Necessary for life
But what
If
I
Want
to
Die
I fill my plate
With insecurities
Aware of bones
Once hidden by my flesh
If I can wait
Till my heart's too weak
And I'm alone
This worthless piece of trash
Will go away
Piece by piece
I replace myself
With numbers
And hunger
I wonder
How long a living thing
Can go without fuel
Before it starts
to
Break
Down
Because I want to kill
This
Ugly thing
That's hiding in my mirror
If I can
Slowly
Make its
shadows
Still and silent
So I become
Quiet
And
Destructive
And
Here
I
Go.

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