TW: ⚠️ eating disorder ⚠️
i wanna starve myself just so i can feel something
I want to carve out my stomachs and paint with the blood and skin, make a masterpiece out of my broken parts I've deemed useless, unstable, unfit
I want to feel empty from the shame and hurt I've felt, I want to feel weightless and free as my body decomposes and rots in the jail of my own mind and body.
I want to feel as though the world has crumpled beneath my skin and bones, and shrooms of every shade begin to grow beneath every step, eating away whats left of a living corpse.
giving my last breath unto the never ending pull of the sun, taking and giving life of its own, bestowing it upon the pitiful life we humans live, and radiant life unto the horrifyingly beautiful demeanor of nature, birthing every leaf and thorn, every tree and every firstborn,
shes not as beautiful as she used to be is she? earth distorted by our own dystopia.
i give myself to Her, to take my skin and grow it into something magnificent and new
shedding my skin and bones, every nerve, vein, every fiber of my shameful being, to dust
life crumbling to create once more, more to get dismantled by the very lives she birthed and raised.
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Dramatic poems I wrote at 3am
PoetryBad poems I made while practicing writing. Also ⚠️ warning ⚠️: may include talking about past eating disorders and struggles with that. And other sensitive subjects including self harm, su*cide, and r*pe or s*xual assault. It does depend what I w...
