rhymes of the wicked

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[ TW// EATING DISORDER ]

Dreams in the land of Nod uninhibited,

Self esteem partially incinerated.

Turning away, I take a sigh,

If you'd ask, you'd notice me high as the

sky.

There's someone infront of me,

Staring, glaring, not-so-mesmerising.

Too blue a soul, I'm in too deep.

Head so full of uncertainty, it's

unsettling.

Why oh why, is she so tall?

The one before, most gaunt out of all.

Two eyes, one nose, ears too big,

Not so similar no more, frame akin to

twig.

Palatable aroma inundates my aching

chest,

I take a bite, no one would know but it

was merely a test.

A long known verity.

It's to be glanced, not to be touched,

Too salivate over it was no sincerity.

Over time, it became the subject of my

grudge.

I know everything, the witch cackled as

tears begin to flow,

Irrevocable harm to my compunction,

which was once aglow.

Bent over the sink, face streaked with

mascara,

racking frame as I emptied my mistake,

The hallway abruptly too narrow.

Relief slid in as the entree plunged out.

Malnutritioned but at least I got the

clout.

Don't eat that, suck it in,

Back straighter, such colloquy chafing my skin.

For once, what if I smiled for the camera,

Dwelled, not even for a moment, how my

teeth appeared,

My too pale a frame, resembling a

chimera.

Ruthless guilt shawled my dithering

form,

Still, to no avail, peers of mine cheered.

Unacquainted with my plight, it became

their norm.

You look so skinny, squeals of

condescending animation were heard,

But my mind was rather numb for it to

be felt.

Line between grief and life too blurred.

Fallen strands of crestfallen heart and

hair in hand, I knelt.

My immutable suffering was rejoiced in,

Even the closest, prized my body so thin.

Noone could see beyond the facade

And into my distraught within.

Obvious solitary in a crowded world,

A recluse among the shroud, a weakling

I lay on the floor curled.

My nerves tingling.

Red sirens and the aggravated

whispered,

Unknowingly, my final log entered.

Panic stricken, tear stricken, the doctor

or the mother, difference all the same.

They breathed in relief as the widget

beeped,

Prayers were sang in my name,

As I stood there in the corner of the

room,

Already knowing it's far too late.

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13/12/2021

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