I have measured my worth in halves—
half a plate, half a bite, half a person.
Chewing on numbers, swallowing silence,
practicing hunger like a shadow,
but it never fades.
Fullness is a cruel, suffocating weight.
A mistake lodged in my stomach,
a constant reminder that I don’t belong.
I press my hands against my skin,
as if I could suffocate it,
shrink it until...
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