Disorder.

It eats you, but you do not eat.
Stomach burns: I am full.
Stand straight, inspect.
What is that? Skin. It mocks you.
You stare at an exaggerated copy.
See yourself in front of you: Disappear.
Weight...Wait: I want to be there.
How? Disappear.
You have no energy. It has been consumed.
But you do not consume.
Stare. Keep walking up the stairs,
And sweat. Wet, glands are wet.
Fork, spoon, diet. Die yet?
Plate. Is it too late? I see two pancakes.
One at the table. I left it there.
Days and days, and empty trays.
Trace. I see a trace. You have left crumbs:
Don't worry. I leave crumbs too. Big ones.
An ant crawls: A feast for you.
It nibbles at you, slowly strips you down.
But you do not nibble.
Second pancake. It's in front of you.
And you stare again at your copy,
Thinking: I need to strip down.
Heavy, too heavy: My mind, full.
Nothing fits. Slimness: I need to be slim.
Light, too light: My head, light.
You stand on a scale: I weigh too much.
No, you don't weigh enough.

-nkmdoza