she counted the bites

and swallowed the dust

that tasted of sandpaper

and rotten milk.

it lingers on her tongue;

the breakfast she was supposed

to eat

that she can smell

with the sharpest sense.

when was the last time

she ate?

she can't remember

and doesn't think it matters

as she wobbles on her feet

and smiles a little bit wider;

she can feel the pounds

slipping off her frame

and floating far away

like wishes in the wind.


A/N: This is a bit personal, but I'd still like a critique or even just a review saying whatever. Let me know how this one went down? :)

~Chari