Body by Dysmorphia

I built this body by dysmorphia
because less of me is more to love.
So, without words, the lips curve.
To match rib bones, clearly shown.
An uphill climb, with a knotted pine spine,
and I call it all mine..
Every bite, consumed with necessity,
and self spite.
If only to cease the screams
of a stomach seeking flight.
Wasting away.
A starving shell still skeletal and satisfied.
Better focus on my worthless words,
and throw my sad ass past aside.

See, I’ve been over analyzing,
tantalized by the disorder.
A meaning, barely breathing,
I brought forth from brick and mortar.