It lurks –
In the dark corner of the crowded room.
Ignored by most – but not by you.
You see the poison slowly oozing from the wound –
Now blanketing the floor.
Panic ignites as the poison creeps closer.
How can they not see it?
How can they not feel it?
How do they escape it?
With their happy faces and boisterous laughs?
You laugh as a defense.
It envelopes your foot.
You try to shake it off.
It binds your legs.
You resist.
It ascends towards your torso –
You start to suffocate.
And you succumb.
And there you are –
Alone in a crowded room,
Full of people who love you,
Yet you need to escape.

*2017 I’m Done Being The Fat Girl*

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