Dissing Weight

(Link to undermeyou's original post is below)

My mouth is, honestly,

My gate of protection.

But the rest of me knows

This is a gate of destruction

And also, perhaps is a gate of reduction.

It forces the scales on my floor

To decrease.

And my clothes

That I paid such a lot for

In dollars

Uncrease

They are hanging;

On me…

My frame like a hanger of lessening weight!

I walk the line

Between starvation and

Yearning for fullness

But always weighed down by desires and hunger.

And thrown underground;

I’m buried and covered,

While still my breath gasps

And I cry to be fed

Before my life lapses

And then I am free

From

Shakes, waffles and rolls

As the earthquake inside me,

Like canyons

In sun,

Like the milk floats away

From the mother cow’s udder

Aching and stained with ice cream on the top.

This is not what I ordered

But still take the float

And resist all the bloat!

Until, finally

I sink.

https://theprose.com/post/300090/dissipate