The comforting weight in her eyes. She blinks five times, to fade out dizziness. Something about red skin bruises gives her joy. The growing variant pulling her stomach as she stands, mind is fuzzed, feet are cold, hands tingle but she's happy. Happy as warm water smacks against her slim figure, you can hear her sing about her pale skin.
Refusing to look at breakfast his stomach cries in plea but is ignored. Mom and him fight again, he's not hungry ma! He did sleep ma! Stop worrying ma! He's fine... The journey to school is filled with hope soon to be burned out. He feels the regret. He should have slept for a minute. He should have eaten that apple. He's tired...
Bags under her eyes as she smiles at them, they didn't notice? But she made sure to stall sleep five days so dark circles were more radiant! She hasn't eaten in three days, hoping to faint! Look at what she's created for your attention! No? She's not suffering enough, she'll try harder.
All he desired is to be cared about, to be worried over, to be treated as gold in sand. He'll try harder, he'll cut deeper, he'll starve more, he'll become a zombie... Anything to be fussed over...
....to be wanted again...
(Look at him! Look at her! Look at them!)
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Starry Poems
PoetryJust a few poems my mind formed by using wordings and trying to make it into something worth reading.
