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