Sixth hole.
Belt from the children's section,
Black leather, sixth hole.
Pizza.
Cardboard box, family sized, swallowing.
Slice 1, 2, 3, 4, 5; sixth hole of my belt.
Tight top,
Stuck in the hole of my belt, pastel lace.
Cheese, tomato sauce and goddamn pizza in my mouth.
Sixth hole of my belt.
Vomit. One single thought.
Teddy bear in my arm, pizza stench.
Belt to tight, tight in the sixth hole.
Toilet cabin.
Teddy bear in my arm, pizza stench,
Undo belt, hand to throat
And again down the sixth hole.
Fat floods every corner of my belt down the sixth hole
And my top is stuck in the belt.
Maybe I'll burst.
Explode.
Cheese on the pizza, in my mouth and on my
Teddy bear.
I can't breath and it's not even because
My belt is tucked down the sixth fucking hole.
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