half a stone

the diet worked like a charm
first lend an ear, then an arm
she had no intention of giving in til she was gone

she gave her heart she gave her hands
assumed the shape of an ampersand
she was on her way this would work out better than she planned

giving herself away
half a stone
half a stone a day
whither herself away
'til skin and bone
skin and bone remain

she lost her mind she lost her hair
replaced her lungs with bags of air
when she was through, you could hardly tell she had been there

giving herself away
half a stone
half a stone a day
whither herself away
'til skin and bone
skin and bone remain

more gone than here, less than alone
a whistle in the wind, an overtone
she was lost, she was nowhere, she never existed, she was home

end.

half a stone©2004 by frank caravella