waste away. waste away, my dear.

see toes, oh so slender in shoes. feel the grind of muscle being eaten.

waste away. waste away. there is nothing for you here except the safety in objects.

a hip so etched in skin. vertebrae so tightly covered.

there is nothing you want but the reminders in reflection.

step on it, the platform of doom. watch the plastic spin within it.

there is no comfort but in the lack of numbers.