Existent

Control

She's scarring well,

white coats, glasses low

Peer right into my soul

and

prod at my bones, the 

stakes are low

they don't understand how it feels to

lose control

Just eat.

swallow it whole, the pride

you seem to own

you stupid, irresponsible girl

this body is not yours to

destroy

Devour the thoughts that

consume you whole and

drop that glass 

shatter it, know that

life is beautiful and food 

food will make you grow

into the garden of graves

at the end of your road.