Fat
Doubled over like a sandbag
I examine the scars of gluttony
And the leftovers of
mistake cake
Little blistered trails litter
My infirm white skin
Like little red tears in my heart
They shame me, they wet my eyes
They burry my suffocating bones
Under the weight
Of what I’ve done
And each step I take to heal
Brandishes new stains
Each bounding step
Unearths deep heaves in my chest
And air can’t come soon enough
The salt won’t stop building up
And I am just pile of sand
Unable to stand
Or take his hand
And be something worth a smile
Or a kiss, or a diamond on the wrist
I am stuck in a room
And I can’t get out
Not here, not now
And I know that…
It’s because I am fat.
Copyright © Allison Ballard | Year Posted 2012
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