instead of counting down the pounds one by one
i think i'd much rather wait for five to be gone
if i ever bloody get there
that noonday devil has cornered me. all i see is an endless fight with the proof of my general excess in appetite in all it's forms. where did i get the idea that transcendence was possible instead of just necessary? do i pray, Lord curb my desire to moan about my appetite or teach me how to channel my desire towards soul satisfaction? how much more of this proof can i take before the leap?
eyes closed. ears open. mouth in silent scream. spirit exhilaration.