rexie
darling rexie is dying
she is an empty skeleton husk
a shadow of what she used to be
starved and malnourished
she stares out into the cold
with sunken eye sockets
my dear rexie is unhappy
her chemical rewiring leaves her
forever obsessed and unsatisfied
she can barely hold on
a harsh song of hate
all that her mind can repeat
sweetest rexie is empty
she stares back at herself
she is penny thin wristed
and dozen inch waisted
a number on the scale
free falling, free falling
my beautiful rexie is empty
she is barely surviving
still she attempts to hold on
she stands, nauseated and sick
punishing herself as she deserves
a pathetic semblance of control
my perfect rexie lost so long ago
