moved~

eurudike:

In the past year,
I have gotten
smaller.
My bones have shrunk
to brittle sticks,
my eyes to
pinholes.
The skin of my face
grows tighter every
day and my
heart compresses with every
beat.
I worry
sometimes
that my throat will
grow inward until it
constricts
my vocal cords,
or my chest will
press in
on my lungs,
pushing the breath out of them,
the life.
Sometimes I
feel it is too late
already;
I have grown
too small
for my own
existence, shrunk
to the point
of invisibility,
gone
from the world of
the large.