Just eat it.
What?
I see you playing around with it, just eat it.
I'm not playing with it.
Think I'm stupid?
I don't speak.
It's just a muffin.
Silent.
Just eat it.

Just eat it.
I stare. Muffin. Him. Back to the muffin. Him. His eyes. Muffin.
Just eat it.
Muffin. Him. Muffin...
Just eat it!
Him. Muffin. My stomach.
EAT IT!
Tears.
What?
Sorry.
No. I am.
It's okay.
Why can't you just eat it.
You don't understand.
No, so tell me.
Silent stares.
No, so tell me.
Tears.
Sorry.
This isn't just a muffin, its a million calories and ten sickening pounds.
Silence.



I'm hideous.
So I do what I have to to make myself who I want to be.
Mold myself to love myself and be what I need.
Its nothing. I'm nothing and thus I need nothing.
So I believe and live, with nothing.. melting away to nothing.
Although my skin and my hair and my blood is made up of pieces smaller than anyone can see.
Starving. For touch, for love, for passion and lust, and for all things human.
All my million little pieces.



I looked to see if it was indeed an empty space.
I saw a fog or smoke possibly exhaust.
Indeed. Empty space.
Just warm air meeting cold air, or something of the sort that conjured what i saw.
Then, i cried. Realizing no one was home, or in any area near me at all, i cried more.
How could this person be doing this?
This person is doing this.
Doing this.

This.


This.



For the sake of what it is, youd think it would be simple
i would call you and tell you what happened,
youre not who you were.

Im not cold, but i shiver.
I lay next to the opposite empty side of the bed.
scent lingures and memories,
wounds still fresh..
what had i expected?

"No" i called to him, but he didnt stop,
and for once who was there to save me?
because for once you werent the first i could call.