this mouth of mine
i am hungry and hurting,
as i cry i cannot stop the sobs constantly blurting from this mouth of mine,
this mouth of mine that refuses to stay true and instead decides to take the broken stubborn path of leaves and shattered glass,
it eats when i tell it not to, when i forebode it to eat, it ate anyways,
this mouth of mine so childish and crude will now cause the stomach to suffer the consequences of hunger,
the hunger i crave oh so desperately though i know it hurts i will not eat until i am skinny,
nothing tastes better than skinny,
i decided this mouth of mine shall no longer eat the veggies and nutrients my family shall reap,
i know in my mind i no longer like this ruse i am living in, the constant delivery of bad news i can no longer take as i make my last call to my mother saying how sorry am i,
i believe she would do better without this terrible monster living inside of me inside of the mouth i forbid to eat,
my final calls for help are diminished as i starve my stomach and this mouth of mine from start to finish,
the troubles of mine are no longer magnified, they are minuscule on the smallest scale, not the same scale i step on,
the scale i step on day by day has yet to satisfy me so i starve this mouth of mine in hopes of one day reclaiming the tiny weight that soon shall be mine.
