my shaved legs,
goosebumped from the cold,
become lost to me each day,
like my atrophied body,
hunched with worry for my world,
ages beyond my desire;
won't they leave my sagging form
alone?
Won't they?
gaunt and ghastly
misshapen,
I've eaten my own flesh,
can't they see I wish to die
peacefully?
what more is there left to be done?
a failed attempt to remain removed,
but,
I've no bones.
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