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the tale of one hundred



near ninety eight
lbs
and u still wear
that fat suit

it clings to your mind
like another skin

your fashion
like it was a
cat suit

yet u can feel the wind
in your pores
and in the slamming
of friendly
doors

bent double over backward
in the rain
no one knows or feels ur
pain
they're not noticing

aren't u tired
one hundred

one hundred
once packed another
person
its true

she sees this other person
chasing her in her dreams
and in her
waking too

but
no one saw one hundred
for her insides
so she grew smaller
so maybe then they'd see her

or maybe she'd disappear
right b4 their little eyes

my oh my oh my
what power wielded one hundred
what pale disguise
this hunger less death

but her power grew less and less
as her body enveloped her
thinning distress

today she packs on another
one hundred
maybe more

and tries to convince
herself
that they were those
(and still are)
singularly ones
whose opinions
never
mattered

God help her
if they ever
did
again.


Copyright May 18 2014
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Meloo/Melissa A Howells
Straight from her site(sight): Tilt-a-World







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