I think I am going to let myself starve
Put me out on the hammock in the blistering pre-summer sunshine
and let the birds pick my bones clean
They will bleach in the sun
and you can use my ribs for drums
You have such a good sense of rhythm
Do not let me go to waste
I already jut out at angles
My elbows are sharp
My hipbones stick into you
Until you cannot breathe
Nothing is soft here anymore
Lay me in the green grass ocean
Let me sink into nothing
I think you worry too much
I am not your fault
The coughing is not too bad
Sickness is only half of me
It hasn't eaten my lungs yet
It has only flooded my stomach
Still leaching its way up my spine
I think a little hunger will be good for me
Nothing should come too easy
Sleep will be relieving
Submission Name: Starving
