Thinner

Ignore the teeth that bleed
and the stomach that eats itself.

A low growl and stubborn cry as
twenty hours go by in empty hunger.
Instead of yelling out
choking on saliva that runs dry.

Proper.
Back straight.
Poster clean.

The hours grow longer
almost feeling my body shrink
down
smaller
weaker
primal
Watching my clothing get loose,
falling away from the collar and shoulders
but sure to show the bones, frail frame.

As I look in that mirror-whisper softly

"Just a little thinner..."