The Option That Isn't

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4/6/18

Eating is an option
I don't want to choose
My stomach growls and throws a fit
But then I eat a bite and I've had more than enough of it
Watching the scale closely,
Week by week
Lowering the weight
Ounce by ounce
Eventually, will there be anything
Left of me?
If i keep this up,
How much will I lose?
Draining, Dripping, Slipping
Through my fingers.
Why is my mind so muddled?
Why are my thoughts so troubled?
Lost in a world of shadow and dark
Will I find the Tattered Queen in the mirror?
Or will I stay the one with the Mask of Smiles,
The Queen Who Holds The Stars
In Her Galaxy Eyes.

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