Numbers.
Over the years all I’ve known,
the slowly growing counter,
The charts and figures,
The diets and pills,
Needles and liquids,
The empty feeling after meals,
And the nights staring blankly.
Numbers growing,
Numbers growing no matter what.
Pounds or grams.
Minutes or seconds.
The numbers haunt me,
Follow me, offend me.
Numbers without voices,
Yet are still the loudest thing,
Numbers.
Seven letters, two syllables.
Numbers.