scrumptious skelleton
im leaving a tattoo on my skin
my heal, my hip, of how ve been
a home made reminder, always there
reminding me to starve beyond compare
to not consume for days or weeks
wait for the body that i should seek
im leaving a tattoo on my wrist
till the skinny waist comes, ill make a fist
ill feel so empty and light ill soar in the clouds
they might be worried but ill be proud
no food tastes as good as bones
protruding from my back and my hips alone
yes, ill stop when im good and satisfied
that is, if by then i havnt died
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