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.