As the Eating Disorder Ate

All this time it was a diseased friend

controlling her heart and mind,

tearing her skin until it was those

pearly white bones that showed,

promising to bandage all those

bloody scars, while cutting deeper

into the core of her famished heart.

And it sang and sang the song of

pain, feeding on the bits of flesh she had

left, burning her troubled eyes in those

insecure mirrors, and wearing her thin

under the covers of the night just to be

left waiting on the midnight floor

next the torturous scale, unfed, and

bleeding out in scarlet tears because

she desperately wants her life to

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