Alright dear readers, another poem by yours truly. Enjoy.
Thirteen Days Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve only been gone thirteen days. With my days giving way to empty nights time has lagged. Thankfully I don’t suffer the insomnia that plagues you. Instead I simply forget to eat, pounds falling fron my frame like water, until fully clothed I reach a number I haven’t seen since my teenage years. Until my hip bones jut out, become hooks for the pants that threaten to slide off, and my collar bones become sharp lines across my chest. And it’s only been thirteen days.| M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
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