Body

For years you have lived inside my body.

Sometimes, you sit behind my stomach

Reaching out, tugging my organs

Pulling them further inside of me

Making me smaller.

Sometimes, you slither up to my jaw

So your weight will fester there.

I reach for the fat you linger in

Maybe I can smooth it down to bone.

Even in my biggest smile

You’ll be there

Waiting in the lines

Laughter leaves behind.

You want me to be beautiful

Thin lines and unblemished flesh.

Perfection.

I want you to leave.