The So Unknown.

I feel his arms slide around my waist
And I feel bloated
I feel him count my ribs, sticking out so horridly that it makes my friends wince
Yet I feel folds and folds of skin
He stares at the uneaten apple on my floor
The bite marks in the red skin, but no chunk missing
And he knows what’s wrong

We stand in front of my mirror
Full length, like I had always and always wanted
The pants that had fit me only two months ago perfectly
Slid off my waist into a pool around my ankles
And he stares at my hip bones, hands trailing over them on skin looking dead

I stare in the mirror
And see a beautiful boy, so perfect
Touching a girl who is gluttonous
With rolls of fat hanging there so ugly in my eyes
That it makes me gag and I push away,
Running to the bathroom.

He catches my wrist
And pulls me into his chest
And I know something’s wrong, since he’s never looked so
Scared
In the time I’ve known him
And I know at that moment I’ve done something wrong
Because he asks a simple question:

“What have you done?”