*ed tw
she wasn't hungry,
but her stomach rumbled like thunder
and her hair became paper thin.
she doesn't need to eat,
yet she's freezing
and becoming paler than the moon.
she's not thin enough yet;
you can't see her ribs press against her skin
and the number on the scale taunts her still.
"i've already had food,"
she lies through her teeth,
she won't stop
until the number drops.
- S.M.
"she wanted to be skin and bones"
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i feel more than other people
Poésiethis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
