Always Too Late

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by JessticlesIsAMonster

by JessticlesIsAMonster

Her eyes are sunken,

Her ribs are knifes,

Her skin is stretched.

Food flushed,

Acid floating.

Crying into her hands.

Flipping through magazines,

her,

no her,

I want to look like HER.

Running and running,

Fat melting,

Bones shaking,

Lip quivering.

Her mind destroyed,

So is her throat.

Eating and eating...

Then binging again.

And again.

'Til bones snap,

And skin falls apart,

And she is no more.

Too late,

Always too late.

Dedicated to all those suffering from eating disorders.