these cheeks
like saddles on both sides of an ass-like face
they weigh on me where i go
its fine
I’m not charlotte right now
I’m fat charlotte
this is what fat charlotte would do
yeah stuff another ice cream in between those ass-cheeks
my willpower drained away long ago
replaced by lazing oozing lipids
dripping down my veins
spread out beneath the lines of my skin
with a smug smile
hateful dimples to match
sneering from the sides of my thighs
splaying out and watching gleefully
sugary sin pass through my lips
cherry a-top a soft roll
so long old friend: self-control
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