my gods have given me a body,
with which to build a self,
to share in the act of creation.
but this is too great a burden to bear.
I chip away at this body with my chisel.
I take more than I need,
marble dust on the ground below.
with every tap, I destroy more.
more than I should.
it takes so long to show, though.

as autumn crawls into winter
I'll carve out my collarbones
and I'll excavate my ribs
this hollow ache never really leaving me
and that dull coldness will fill me up.
but I hate to feel full.
so I'll suck down aspartame
in the hopes that I will continue
to feel empty.

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