No More


On my hand

I have five fingers,

And on one of them

There is a shiny,

Gleaming band.

-

On my finger

Is a ring made of silver,

Made of love and promises

That have faded into nothingness.

-

On my eyelids

I have powdery makeup,

The kind with glitter

That you've always liked.

-

And behind those eyelids

(which are closed right now)

lurk eyes of the deepest blue.

-

And in my mouth

Is food that I refuse to chew,

Because you've touched it already

And you always ruin everything

And I know that it will

Taste like you.

-

And in my stomach

Are the lies you've fed me before

That my body can't process,

Because they're too dirty,

Too much

For me to handle.

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And in your hand

Is more food for me to eat,

And you shove it forward

Like life is a race

And you are losing.