As I stare into my naked body in the mirror
critiquing every part of it,
tearing off the blood-soaked skin on my body
an inch of me dies
for every inch I somehow
so easily cut off my body
with the scissors, I lost the power of a long ago,
that are now controlled
by the number on the scale.
As I look into the mirror at my bones
that are suddenly piercing through my skin,
weaker as the days go by,
I wish I could get help
but my mind tells me I can't
or I will become unhealthy
because I'm closer to my goal
yet so far away.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
