Free Write Friday

on
Cold Water
Acid washes Against the shore 
Of stomach lining. 
Grumbling never allowed
past her lips.

She hopes that violets
Will bloom,
Burst through 
Her shrinking intestines.

Pointer and thumb
Pinch all over,
Relentless.
If only she could
Melt all that fat off.

Sandwiches and chips become
Apples and peanut butter
Raisins and celery
Diet Coke and an almond.

Water. With lemon, please.

Nothing feels better
Than cold water dripping
Down a throat,
Into the hollow cavern 
Of a screaming stomach.

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