Get The Skinny On Me

I dropped more today.
From the gelatinous 180 last August
To my blubbery 156
I thought this would go faster.
She told me it would.

Emily is like this corpse, you see…
How they’re always on your mind, haunting.
Her blood stained face, in flashes, like a memory
“This is where you’ll end up. Just fucking wait.”

I’m not scared. I promise.
But I don’t trust her pretty.
Not completely.

My mom knows my little wishes and
she’s the one who’s terrified.

She’s a fucking hypocrite.