tw: i talk about ed i think
sometimes i wish i would never hunger.
i wish i could just bite my tongue
suck on the blood
and be full.
i wish i were skinnier
and prettier
and that my bones would poke through my skin
like a nosy neighbor.
and i wish my stomach was a blackhole
and that skeletons would envy me
and there wasn't so much disdain in her words
when she's talking about my body.
i'm trying okay?
but it hurts and i stop
and i starve and i strike.
at the ripe age of 12
the devil came walking into my brain
and he kneeled in my frontal lobe
and he whispered,
"fatass."
so i just stopped,
and instead, i consumed the pretty girls on the internet
envying them so hard.
