I call in sick
For the fifth time
In the last two weeks
Mother drinks continuously
Cups of coffee
One after another
She signs the note
And I notice her
Eyes rimmed with
Signs of
Tell-tale
Sleepless nights
I skip breakfast
Claiming I'm not hungry
At all
Again
I haven't eaten
In days
In fact, I can't
Recall the last meal
I hurry to my haven
The cold and empty bathroom
And step on the scales
Seventy-eight it reads
Skinner, thinner
Anorexia nags
Loud, clear and dominant
YOU ARE READING
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...
