Poetry from an Everchanging Girl

Weight

Passing a mirror in the shoe department. Scanning eyes over the shell enclosing internal organs and bones. The thing called a body. The body with extra chunks of fat and muscle.

But the only feeling is extra
W E I G H T

Gravity pushing you down

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       U
   
            R

                 T
                 
                     H
           
                          E
  
                               R

Trapped.