I’m good at math but you’re not.
190 plus 200. Subtract 300, or maybe 400?
3 miles at a fast pace
But you stopped twice.
I’m your favorite alarm clock,
7 a.m. on the dot, every day I lead you
Right to your pathetic throne.
My laughter swells inside you,
crunched over the toilet
Watching your legs shake.
You promise yourself this is the last time.
The last time you’ll down 3 pretty pink pills
The last time you’ll watch your corn flakes
¾ a cup, right? Swirl away.
I’m good at being strong, but you’re not.
Feeding myself on your emptiness.
My hand crawls in your throat,
I'm growing with each “no."
Every “No I already ate.”
Every “No, I’m full.”
Every “No, I’m not hungry.”
I’m your best friend and lover,
Admiring the hairy ivory skin
Stretching over weakened ivory bone.
My beautiful work of disgusting art
Painting your arms with blue-black lines-
You’re my favorite canvas.
Try to silence me and you can’t, I won't stop
Until all that’s left of you
has filled up all of me
And we’re finally one
Making you smaller and smaller,
Until there’s nothing left but your skeleton
-My most comfortable home.