Their eyes crawl over her skin
Stroking each protruding bone
They take her pulse
And tell her she's blessed to be alive
Strangers ask if she's "doing OK"
With their soft flesh suffocating their bones
She cannot breathe
And food calls to her
With its rough, grating voice
She tries to reply
But they've eaten everything
Her voice, her smile
Pressing food into their mouths with swollen hands
Chewing noisily
And smacking their lips together with satisfaction
"I am blessed" she repeats in her head
While vomit erupts from her stomach
And she spits blood
And she grows thinner and thinner
Until she wastes away
To where blessings mean nothing
