scrumptious skelleton

im leaving a tattoo on my skin

my heal, my hip, of how ve been

a home made reminder, always there

reminding me to starve beyond compare

to not consume for days or weeks

wait for the body that i should seek

im leaving a tattoo on my wrist

till the skinny waist comes, ill make a fist

ill feel so empty and light ill soar in the clouds

they might be worried but ill be  proud

no food tastes as good as bones

protruding from my back and my hips alone

yes, ill stop when im good and satisfied 

that is, if by then i havnt died


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