I Am Not Going To Stop Eating
I am not going to stop eating.
I am not
Going to
Stop
Eating
Because if I do
He gets to come back inside me
And live there, he gets to drag his fingers
Over my ribcage like
I used to do with sticks and fences
When I was a kid
And I can hear that noise now
So I inhale
Just to be sure
There's nothing in there but what I put there myself
And it's
A lot of inventory these days
I can hear those old piano keys
Knocking around
And ginger candy and canary beaks
I am not going to stop eating
Because he already got a handful of my hair
He already got more than he deserved
And I know how starving works on this body;
I've been
So little
You could lose me in a room
I used to fold in half and fall asleep
On the empty shelf in the house with all the windows
I am not going to stop eating
Because if I do
He gets to reduce me 'till I'm bones again
He gets to make me skinny, make me small
Make me disappear
He gets to live here, then
And I only have enough blankets for me.
I
Am
Not
Going
To
Stop
Eating
Because I will not go quietly.
Because if I do, he gets to kill me, too
And I haven't burned down
Nearly half of what I will
Before I expire, shrieking
Like banshees
Like forest fires
Like typhoons
When I am finished, this will be Pompeii.
