Spent

I scraped the moss off my shoes

Before coming in

Thinking I shouldn't need

To do that again

Yet here I am

Covered and cold

I scraped my knees

Bled through my jeans

Threadbare but took care

To keeping it clean

It amazes me

How much my body holds

They keep telling me to breathe

As if that's not the only thing

Keeping me here

I scraped butter on toast

Before not eating again

Thinking it's better

To give in and pretend I'm not hungry

I scraped together

Pennies and dimes

Nickels and quarters

All that I could find

But I'm

I'm not hungry

They keep telling me to wait

As if it isn't already too late

As if time is linear