Sun, 01/12/2014 - 19:52 -- motay

It happened in August.

294, it read.

I blink,

my eyes needing to focus.

The numbers don’t budge.

My heart drops

easily into my stomach.


I feel sick.

The scale says something

I do not feel.

The scale says something

I do not believe

The scale says something

I do not wish to know.

But now I do.


So what do I do?

I begin to work out.

I begin to eat better,


Start to sweat.

And it feels so good.


I say goodbye to 294,

leaving it alone that month.

And I say hello to a new me.


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