this hunger eats me alive/ the hunger of my addiction/ to step up once again and check/ for this old scale’s jurisdiction

I scratch at my twisted waist/ and the hips with too many dips/ i suck in my ribs and my gut/ my lungs, a moment before rips

my nails are chewed up and dead/ as are the thoughts that i let roam/ i continue to stare and hope to win/ against the mirror that turns to stone

this hunger eats me alive/ though my consumption is not fed/ i wonder how long i can make it/ it’s been days without so little as bread