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unnamed-1.jpgShe is staring at me,
loathing in her eyes,
judgement in her gaze.

Gulp.

Measuring tape in hand
sometimes there are
tears in her glare.

Gulp.

Counting tastes and
steps and breathes,
counting,counting.

Gulp.

Every morning and
every afternoon,
poison twice a day.

Gulp.

With each new step
flattery grows, and
with every taste it falls.

Gulp.

Counting, counting.
Twice a day, gulping
poison down with water.

Gulp.

Worry, worry, worry.
The hatred in her eyes
grows with every gulp.

Gulp.

Foggy head, foggy
thoughts, foggy dispo-
sition, but pretty face…

Gulp.

Pretty face, pretty hair.
Counting, counting, foggy.
Inches here, inches there.

Gulp.

Counting, hate, inches.
Years of counting, steps.
Foggy, foggy, gulps.

Gulp.

The counting never stops.
Smarts to mask the
counting, mask the hate.

Gulp.

Smart doesn’t try to
count cells. Smart won’t
try to make them disappear.

Gulp.

Her glare, like ice,
merciless and lethal.
Poison twice a day.

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