The Bridge between 99 and 100
One more
One more bite
One more try
The aim to feel complete
To reach that feat
We’re only meat
Numbers of measure
Determining our pleasure
Full of pressure
To be light as a fucking feather
The suffocating need to weigh
Skin and bones each day
Watching the numbers sway
Molding myself like clay
One more pound
One more time
One more lie
It’s fine.