Skinny Legs

I love seeing the gap between my legs.
That ovular hole, where fat touches air.
A candle burns in the background
Wax dripping.
My stomach wanes
Fat dripping, sucking in, disappearing

My elbows and arms
Bones.
My jaw bone jutting out
My face
My eyes hollow
And empty.

I miss when my eyes glowed
With fireflies.
My body rich with fat
And curves.

When boys loved my heart
Not my broken-ass soul.
When these drugs didn't ravage
My every body and mind.

When I was whole and full
A red balloon
Floating away from this all.

Not a popped zit
Oozing out
The rest of my life.