Change

You aren't the same anymore
You said, knife plunged into my back
blood dripping down my ankles.
You aren't the same anymore
You laugh sharp teeth showing
How did you hide those fangs for so long.
You've aren't the same anymore
Horns now, you have horns, where did you get them?
You aren't the same anymore.
I haven't changed at all, I screamed
Your twisted yellow eyes showed no mercy
Words on your forked tongue ready to manipulate
You aren't the same anymore
Over and over
But, it can't be true.
I've always been the same
It's the monsters under the bed who change.

What is it like to be skinny?

What is it like to be skinny?
What is it like to already be pretty?
To not feel eyes watching your weight, your food, your space?
What is it like to not take up space?
To not hear whispers and creaks with each step you take.
How does it feel to not pay to exist and to breathe
With your self esteem and interest payments in comedy.
How dare you say those three words so casually!
As if you understand the lining of my waistband.
How dare you question my health?
Show me your PhD!
Food is a friend turned enemy.
If I skip a meal maybe I can experience beauty.
Maybe I won't be looked at with disgust or discomfort.
I can be light on my feet, wear nice clothes without judgement.
But the physical realm is not so kind.
And I have to make my own happiness in the mirror,
While I fight my biggest demon:
myself.