Trigger Warning: ED!
And as I looked at my legs, I embraced my regret. My arms couldn't be stopped as they pulled the door open, and my stomach churned at the sight of the toilet. Yet, I pushed the tissues down my throat and prepared to release the impurities inside of me.
My legs were shaking as I burst into tears, the angel in me disappeared. The purity couldn't be claimed when my innocence no longer remained and the portrayal of a beast is all Ana sees. Worship cannot save those who can't control the pain, my deed is done and the mind's terrible remedies cannot claim a white gown again.
Look at your criminal act, which leaves you in thoughts. The captivating idea of being empty didn't suffice, did it? Desperation isn't always the cure, and your solemn eyes aren't gleaming. Tears roll against your cheeks, and you promise Ana that you'll never ruin yourself again. You're lying, though.
Pacing constantly, numbers increasing, and you're euphoric at the thrill. Your courage was crushed, but your spirit wasn't. The appertaining walks pulled you into Ana's sweet embrace, and your body warmed as the blood circulated. Sweet emptiness is back, and your wings reappear. Mia is the demon and you're the pawn that got away.
© Sincerely, ♡ - June 2023
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