Author's note: It's like the one before, more story-like than short this time.
I wake up
At a guy's house
And a face looks down at me
That I vaguely remember
From the corner of my mind
You're awake
You passed out he says
Last night at the youth club
My head rages
Like a house on fire
I ask who he is
Because the realization comes to me
That I slept at a stranger's house
John, he says
Extending his hand
I ask if I can go to the bathroom
And I have a quick scan
For any sign of weighing scales
None
I'll have to wait
John cooks breakfast
And my headache doesn't stop
Drinking away your problems
Seems to just create more
Problems
He gives me his number
And tells me he's a sophomore
Just like me
But I've never seen him before
Ever
John drives me home
I'm too tired
And hangover
To really care
At all
About anything
Or my pride
Just my raging headache
That at least erases
Anorexia's painful voice
But she comes back
Faster than she left
Smirks and says
That I better not have eaten
A single bite
But with guilt
I remember
How hungry I was
And the freedom
To eat John's food
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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...
