Height never mattered to me.
I was always fit with
great eating habits, so I looked and felt good.
But
when trouble came
You deserted me.
Became an illusionist
as I watched you vanish before my eyes and
couldn’t figure out how.
Now I recall
the way you decayed
but flesh was added
rather than melting away like homes on a
lava-stricken path.
The eruption of hunger lost.
As I ate less I gained more
Packing pounds like empty boxes
being filled to ship to countries never seen.
I never seen my belly,
always a stomach of defined abdominals
and your absence changed that.
Now height still doesn’t matter
but because you left all I have is this face.
My only redeeming feature.
Its been years now and I still don’t eat.
Why
Why did you betray me Metabolism
Why’d you let trouble kill you.
Soulely Spoken 