Anne

Anne consumes this worthless body,
While I intake nothing.
Except a breath of smoke.
I watch the rings float on bye,bye,bye.
Disappearing like my body.
I am frail.
Hardly any skin is left
And you can see the bones
As they
Pop
Through my
Flesh.
The clock’s ticking in the other room.
Water is
Drip
Drip
Dipping
From the faucet in the other room.
And sliding down the drain,
Through the groggy old drain.
I have my face pressed against
The cold, concrete floor.
Not thinking.
Not living.
Not dying.
Just breathing.
Eyes are closed
And my head is spinning.
I can feel a lurching in my stomach, but
I have no energy to move.
My heart is barley beating, just
Faint, weak taps.
This is were I end.
This is how I will be remembered.
Pathetic in my absence, because I could just
Not eat.
Food is my enemy.
Loneliness is my friend.