Weighing scales

Holy scales

That make up my

Entire life

I'm shaking and dizzy

Folding in with

Pure exhaustion

From a five am run

I'm praying for seventy

The next impossible dream

The next possible dream

I look down at the number

The two digit number

Between my two bony feet

Supporting a fragile build

Seventy-five

Keep working.

Keep counting.

Keep puking.

Stop eating.