Jane Doe

Jane Doe is dying to be thin
look at her frail bones and her paper skin
she’s glued to the scale and counts
the nonexisting calories in the water
she’s barely functioning; food
consumes her mind, but it is the enemy.
The lower she weighs, the happier
she feels inside; she’s knocking
on death’s door with a loud bang.

Moving Forward

I tell myself I’m better off without this man
every day but then I second-guess
my decisions; my mind wanders, and I think,
maybe if I had done this differently, or that
then perhaps we would be together now.
Those are the thoughts running through
my mind; those were the days when I was
drowning in the pain I inflicted upon myself
I was genuinely upset
over [losing] someone I never had.