Today I am a fat number.

It burdens.

It aches,

It suffocates.

The digital truth.

And dreams only plummet here,

Even with a seed this small of hopelessness.

They make no sofa cushions deep enough to

Sink into;

No real remedy for this.

No hope.

No beauty.

No value.

No worth.

Only this gnawing that never

Ceases.

Inside

Flickers a small dream of mirror shattering,

Some light at the end of some tunnel

Somewhere-

But no courage.

No faith.

And nowhere to run-

Just this:

Hide quiet;

Hope for a miracle

Wait for tomorrow,

Wake up

and

Weigh again.