Chicken.

June 7, 2011
By Louise SILVER, Seattle, Washington
Louise SILVER, Seattle, Washington
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I look in the mirror and admire my chubby arms, massive thighs, gooey belly
Like I’m some over-fed chicken that’s so fat it can’t walk anymore
It’s spindly legs not designed to have to carry so much weight
And so with two steps and a flutter, I’m down again
Some grotesque creation only humans could have made
Now I’m ready for slaughter.
I walk out of the bathroom and into my high school
Full of hobbling birds
As I walk through the halls, I get the usual looks.
Heads turn, disgust mixed jealousy written all over their faces
“If you get any thinner, I swear you’d disappear”
I can still taste the thow-up on my lips.


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