It’s like a form, you see.
A form that is not curved.
These are the lines that were drawn to make a house.
A shape among shapes that created art,
was the same that brought change with time.
A change brought was made to define our bodies now,
but this time, this line was the skin stuck to the bones,
as if they were meant to be one.
Eating disorders grew as though
to ruin the only home we owned.
And these lines that were last joined to make a home
is what I see now fall apart.