When you told me i wasn’t like
other girls i believed you and wore
your words like badges on my chest,
tattered by the strains of hollow
triumph, or silvery enmity
the wrinkles of which only began
to form that one olive-green winter morning
so cold even our shadows,
separate from ourselves, began to shiver

Eviscerated,
you are now eating your words.
And what bones are these?
My shadow is a reminder i was once hungry.
from time to time i see you (i’d
recognize that hair anywhere)
and wonder if you still wear my badges
or if you ever wore them.
I cannot walk alone at night.

I hope my voice still stains
the palms of your hands
I hope your body inherits my pain
and someday, I will eat again