We have it on authority that
Sometimes, it's what's on the outside that counts.
Half the time, the ribcage lust
Is breathable. Beautiful.
Unfiltered in the form of a tiny buddy.
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Please rescue me.
This myth of daily hope
Is a bait and switch,
And it won't let go of me.
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- ANOREXIA
YOU ARE READING
Picking Up The Pieces
PoesiaAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
