I hone my body on a crescent shaped moon
On a glowing night sky.
In my dreams, I manifest into a droplet of water
And I can finally be of any shape I desire.

Some days I am air, I am amorphous.
No more worries do I string
No more time do I spend wrapping
Them in a loop around my neck.

I scoop hunger into my mouth
My rapacity wants me to learn how to sew
So that I can slash my belly and take out any delicacies
then make pretty, little stitches to close the view.

I imagine bathing in fire,
And it melting the fat stored all over and within me.
I wish for it to burn my tongue too,
No longer would it crave and greed for food.

Most times, I can feel a belligerent fire blazing at the rear of my throat.
It is enough to burn me whole
Yet I often feel cold.

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