she reached her fingers down her throat
to uproot her life
the goal to up her emotions
and undernourishment
she reached her fingers down her throat
to uproot her life
she dug them down
she grasped what she could
she passed along with mother nature
gripping her tongue and throat
...in her bony hands
Bulimia
By: Tiana Rosener
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Missing Nature
PoetrySince I was 6 I struggled with my mental Health.I have spent over half of my life so fat attempting suicide and spending time is hospitals, mental or not. I as well, have been to a few residentials to "work on myself" where I was encouraged to write...
