THERAPY SESSION

twenty-eight » f a t

please lend me some scissors
a knife will do, too
rip it off to feel pretty
i'm an animal in my zoo

kept in a cage
lights out in the dark
the warm blood starts rushing
and with it fades the spark

make it disappear
and burn it to reeking smoke
where is the monster
why hasn't it been awoke?

let the curves turn to edges
the flesh becomes bone
i'm tired of waiting
but i should have known

seventythreeseventythreeseventythree.

thoughts burn my mind
i wish the fat would as well
faster than anyone
my body becomes hell

not caring anymore
clothes get insignificant
a wobbling mass inside them
for someone like me, they're not meant

spit it all out
emptiness is pleasure
eating just pains
stay hollow to measure

count them repeatedly
until you remember
your ribs are twenty four
caress them for they are tender

instead fat just hides them
an emulous competitor
but you don't trust sweet lies
please, just let it go

make it go away
imbeggingonmyknees.