For the first day
Of a new month
My mother says
As she hands me a
Perfectly round pancake
Thick, and fattening
Fluffy and yellow
It warms my cold hands
sending warmth through my body
I nibble along the edges
Temptation overpowering me
And then eat all of it
I feel guilty
And when my mother hands me another
I refuse
My mother looks hurt
But she covers it with a smile
As I leave without a word
The air is cold
Winter is coming soon
Coats and hats and gloves
The walk to school is long
But good exercise and I run
To burn off pancake calories
I pick up pace
And sprint
Faster and faster
My bag is heavy on my back and
I slow down near the school
and enter my prison.
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
