i can feel my body creaking. sluggishly dragging itself through each day, one by one, challenge by challenge, stair by stair. i can feel the deep, slashing cramp in my abdomen, the sharp sting when i graze my ankle against thin air, the grinding of my bones as they move like clockwork day in, day out. growing closer to eachother. i can feel skin clinging to my cheeks, stretched across my shoulder blades and ribs like a drum and i can feel the fucking acid in my stomach fight against itself, clawing, burning, screaming at me to stop as it rises further upwards. it sears my throat and coats my tongue until the taste in my mouth is as sour as the look on my mother's face when she tells me "there's nothing left of you". and i swear to you i can feel myself shrink even smaller when she folds me into a hug and her arms could wrap around me twice.
