And Now
Two men and ten pounds later
Dinner’s stayed down
For a good three months
And so have the tears
Each begging to escape
But neither admitted
Trapped inside this cage
Is a soul that doesn’t care
About double digit sizes
Or the fat grams in dinner mints
Strangled in hate and reaching for air
She’ll emerge from her jailer
Starved of affection
One day
And she’ll be fed.
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