Heavy body
Heavy like lead
Seeping through my veins
You can see them
Through my ashen skin
With Frida Kahlo's
Heavy brushstrokes.
A thigh gap to die for
I probably will
Heavy, heavy
In this air, in smoke
In nobody's arms
Around my sharp shoulders.
Heavy breath
As I run
Through the empty streets
Sheets of solitude
On my heavy bed
Heavy, heavy
Without me in it.
Fingers split in dissipation
Counting ribs instead of sheep
My waist a wasteland
Craving heavy arms
To break the heavy chains.

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