I walked my weight

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

I got out.
I walked my weight
Like a dog.

The neck embedded
Like a spiteful owl.
The glossy calves
With too much tighness
To contain
The fat flesh.

The breast hoisted on the chest
Like in a child’s drawing:
two hard and sharpned stones choked inside the
skimpy shirt.

I walked my weigth
My face blushed
Short of breath
I stopped to take time
And glimpse
Curious glances
For which
I wore my most
Shameless smile.