Lazy Bones
Copious carb-laden dishes and oils from blood red meats changed the chemistry of your blood stream
Unlocking a metamorphosis like no other
Your once youthful skin, stank and sank like stones at the bottom of the ocean
Every day your largesse increasing, revealing your lazy bones
The days were voluntarily lengthened. Sunrise becoming sunset
Like a banana slug, you didn’t wake, until later and later, clocks were silenced
appointments were missed
you hissed, wallowing in your own hedonistic treadmill
disgusting and
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covered in spit
you smelled like a peasant who never washed
a shadow of your former self
creating a vortex that engulfed anyone caught in your once magnetic presence
a distraction which strained every breath
your heart growing heavier
black and covered in tar
above the bar
the repeated moan
of your lazy bones.
