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Ana in Wonderland

Poetry

Preslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...

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Paisley

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by barbi3doll

by barbi3doll

                                    
                                              'Wherever'
Ended up being 
An abandoned parking lot. 
                          We all relax,
With closed eyes,
As we listen 
To the music,
Lulling us to sleep. 
                          Have you ever cut yourself? 
Paisley asks,
Breaking the silence, 
And leaning over the console,
To stare me in my now opened eyes.
                          No,
I tell her, 
Taking notice of Kyler's sleeping form,
Have you? 
                          She nods slowly, 
Pulling up her shirt sleeve. 
                          I turn on the light, 
And stare
In astonishment. 
                          Scars,
Old and new,
Run from
The beginning of her wrist,
To her inner elbow. 
                          Oh my God, 
I whisper,
Your arm looks like 
Hamburger meat. 
                          Paisley, 
I say, 
Still studying her cuts,
Why? 
                          She giggles,
Drunkenly,
Why do you starve yourself? 
                          My eyes avert,
Quickly,
To hers. 
                          What?
I breathe. 
                          Her 
Blue
Eyes
Change. 
                          Paisley's words
Come quick
And urgently. 
                          Ana doesn't have to 
Control you,
She only will
If you let her.
                          You know Ana?
I ask,
Not sure whether to be
Thrilled 
Or 
Scared. 
                          She smiles a smile,
That reminds me 
Of my own. 
                          A weak attempt. 
                          Ana is a monster, 
Preslee. 
Don't let her win. 
                          I stare at her. 
                          Her face,
Hollow and pale. 
Her eyes,
Dead as space. 
Her lips, 
Chapped and blistered. 
                          It takes me some time
To realize 
I'm looking at a 
Future version of 
Myself. 
                          Don't let her win,
She tells me again,
Before laying back down,
And falling into what I hope
Is a blissful sleep.