AN- yes, it's short, but c'mon. it's 2 in the morning and i just finished writing a thousand other things. (go read the one-shot i put up, if you will.)

and yes, this poem does have a meaning...it's a giant metaphor for something i'm currently dealing with. just figured i'd mention in case anyone thought this was a few lines of noncence.

He bleeds slowly

The food is:
p.o.w.d.e.r and chalk.
(too much guilt built up in his throat)
digestion : regression,
not staying down.

(They say he starved himself to death, but everyone knows there was never a choice.)