If found, please return


If found, please return
By: Emma Bordonaro

I am the bottom of the ice cream cup
Getting scraped rapidly by the spoon
Fiending for more sugar
Struggling to except
I am empty

I am the figgety peel of a fingernail
As I anxiously try to open up

I am my house
Lacking human warmth
Parents nowhere to be found
Dinner alone every night

I am the slow ticking of the clock
Waiting for my next meal impatiently
Filling the void with food
I don’t have an eating problem I tell myself
As my mouth consumes it’s third dinner

I am the neighbor’s front lights
Illuminating awake all night
Not by choice

I am my childhood
Lost and nowhere to be found

I am myself ?
Whoever that is

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