Starving.

I stutter these words,
Amiss, I'm unheard,
No kiss from a bird,
And pain such as this,
Jest upon list after trecherous list,
Things I have scrawled, closed fist, I have missed
The last moments that are this pubescent bliss.

And pain such as this!
I tolerate shine,
Funded by lies - imitation divine,
Screams such as mine
"Please, trust me, I'm fine!"
The reasons I'm counting each ridge of my spine,
My bones, staining red, are abused from their line.

Screams such as mine?
I give you my keys,
A lock upon every abdominal freeze,
And ribs such as these!
My china-white sleaze,
Nothing that's keeping my mind firm at ease,
My hands, my autopsy - "No pictures, please."

And ribs such as these,
I leave you in hate,
Not a step lighter than 78,
Pounds upon plates,
Never too late,
For cleaning the system of what I have ate,
I die how I've lived -
Obsessed with my weight.
Not a step lighter than 78.