FAT.

BIGGER, bigger.
My hips could now bare child.
Expanding in parallel with
the black sky running wild.

STOP, stop.
The fat encloses my bones.
Encapsulating my skeleton
invoking broken silent moans.

PLEASE, please.
No more presence to my soul.
There is too much of me
now and I am becoming whole.

BACK, back.
Lets revisit the times before.
When my body was less visible
and I’d sit alone with my thoughts.

GO, go.
Whatever you are, be gone.
You haunt me incessantly
but I will cease you to live on.