Skin And Bone

My fingers, arms, legs
They're thinner than twigs
Pale as ivory, dark as elm
My ribcage
Sticks out like strips of wood
Tucked beneath a silken blanket
My jaw
Almost metallic in shape
Clamps holding teeth in place
Sometimes I wish I was fatter
Or muscled like a Mexican boxer
But to devour? To hit the gym?
Ain't nobody got time for that

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