𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤

29

you drew the final breath the night before.

from laxative overdose.

i watched you during the late, starless hours

i watched you swallow each piece like bittersweet candy

i watched you swallow each piece,
in desperate need to possess an undefined thinness

and so i waited for you to wake up

i waited for you for hours

i did sit-ups and crunches and blurpees

but you never did, hyuck.

i watched you from across your hospital bed

alongside your thin, shattered companions

who were watching your horrifying, lifeless figure

in peaceful coalescence with tubes and plugs and spirals of wires—

pitiless wires
which fed you calories.

you couldn't burn them off, no

you couldn't cleanse your stomach, no

but the calories were to crumble anyways.
don't worry, hyuck.

they said you were "malnourished"

they said you were "digesting body tissue"

they said your "immune system was destroyed"

but i said you were fine, hyuck.

i said you were normal.

i said you were perfect.

i said you were a winner.

isn't this what you wanted, hyuck?

that you wanted to reach the finish line?

that you wanted to rank the lowest,
at the deepest, darkest bottom?

look.

look at you, hyuck.

now you are going to be at the bottom.

at the bottom of everyone.

beneath the earth, right at our feet.

look.

look at you, hyuck.

now you are going to be the thinnest.

the thinnest from everyone.

no fat, no flesh, no skin, no nothing

you're finally going to be skinny.

you're finally going to be thin, hyuck.

thin to the bone.

just like you wanted.

isn't this what you wanted, hyuck?

congratulations, player.

you have reached the end.

you have reached the finish line.

you have claimed victory.

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