“Six a.m.!” scream the walls.
“Don’t give in!” scuttle the shoes.
“Mind your manners!” usher the crevices.
Look at the shape I’m in—talking to you again.
Creak, crack, wither says my back;
Flop, drop, plod and I leave.
The wind plows through my soul
with petite feet and gripping hands
Merging with any hunger I have to move,
But the brain pulls back, levying me to the car.
The heat is vile, built up from darkness.
Leaves and twigs muddle the floor.
My foot hits a coy pedal,
And I shove off.
The streets recoil as tires govern them—
Off to the supermarket I go.
Luscious, grand, moist, delicious,
Succulent, delectable,
Cakes, candies, sweets galore,
But I’m too smart for them.
I won’t spoil what I’ve got.
These new developments are tricky,
As I tend to be picky.
I’m not here for the customary;
I’m here for the cream of the crop—
The one cuisine
To strip me of my blubber,
My adipose tissue, insulation, or padding.
(Whatever that stuff may be.)
It’s unsightly, and gets in the way of new outfits,
And that little black dress that remains so coveted.
I wait for the disbelief in faces,
The elevated oomph I feel only at sunrise.
Daylight commences a brand new narrative,
One of falsehood and contradictions.
It’s holding on, this essence of mine,
But one day—all too present,
It will fade into its old style—
Leaving me with naught.
Please tell me what you think
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I have so missed your writing and felt like there was a death in my family when you, "had other thing to do". Now you are back and the torch is still weilding its heat. This piece is all caressed in the inner mind as it rolls on and on. The past has changed what we once saw in the mirror and now a calculated attack must take place. This is not an easy, effortless journey. You caught the mind of the one trying so hard to make it what it should be, what it used to be. Who will really win this battle? I don't know and neither do you. I'd love to talk to you soon. Tell me if this is possible? Another dynamic scrap from your soul. RC
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Thanks for reading! I know I can always count on you
I have been so busy with life, I don't get much time to write these days, but please know that I'm still here on and off, and the poetic venom courses through my veins just as it always did. I'm glad you liked this poem--I've had a bout of weight issues, and as I'm trying to drop the pounds, this poem escaped the depths and made it here. I'm sorry that I don't post as much as I used to. :/ Since I've been on, I've gone through a year of college, and I've found an amazing man, and I'm getting married next month! I'll try to be on more now, as things are calming down a little bit (slowly). I don't have a computer now, but I will be getting one toward the end of the month. Looking forward to chatting more 
Amber
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