Your thoughts. My body.

It courses through my body.
Tell-tale red casting itself across my cheeks;
Tears pooling;
Threatening to expose the depth of your cut.

You truly have no idea.
No idea the weight of your comment.
Weight. Oops…
What a poor choice in word.
But is that not the subject matter?

You deposit your thoughts
With no consideration.
For you, you will never hear them again.
As for me?
You may as well follow me, reciting them.

Your words haunt me,
Plague me even.
Cutting deeper with every recollection,

And in every reflection.
Fat. Fat. Fat…


That is all I hear.
That is all I see.
That is all I feel.
That is all I am.

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