She Waits

Her patience

an endearing quality,

I don’t know that I deserve.

My body eats my thoughts

til I become blind to my own worth.

She waits;

While I bash my body

into the mirror that

feeds me lies.

I fuel myself off the images

given to me from the reflection,

Studying the contours

Of my body to make sure

I’m shrinking.

She waits

for the day that I will pick a restaurant

and eat my full meal.

She waits

for the day that I ask to go

out for ice cream.

She waits and I shrink.

I Shrink and she waits,

until she realizes she can’t wait anymore.


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