starvation: a slam poem

1 meal.
1 meal is what I have every day
For at least 6 days in a row now.
My stomach has gone flat.
My ribs are showing.
And my body has finally started to shake.
My mind is racing.
Forming thoughts.
Unable to concentrate.
It feels like my body is shutting down.
And I am at fault.
I have lost my appetite.
I can barely eat a meal.
Here and there I'll nibble on some snacks.
But
I
Am
Barely
Here
I'm losing a battle that I can no longer fight.
I am slowly losing or gaining weight.
At this point, I do not know.
I'm just slowly drifting away from starvation.

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