suicidio

Mia

Sweat drips down your chubby face
Your mom just set down an Everest
Sized plate on food in front of you.
You can't not eat because
What if they catch on?
And they stop you?
So you eat.
You eat it all.
Two months ago you would have enjoyed the food without questioning it.
You wouldn't have noticed the way your body inflates like a balloon.
You wouldn't notice the number on the scale go up.
You wouldn't notice the dirty looks you get in the hall.
But you do now.
The enhances noises ringing in your ears.
So you run upstairs and stick your fingers down your throat.
Reaching for that girl you want to see in the mirror.
Grabbing her by her arm and dragging her closer and closer until you see her in the mirror.
You know the toilet bowl better than you know yourself.
But you can't stop now.
You've only just started.
So you keep going
And going.
Dragging that thin pretty girl from the back of your throat
Until you can't sleep because your ribs are poking you from every angle.
And you'll never be seen around food.
But it's fine.
Because now you finally got the skinny girl that was hiding inside of you to come out.
Now you see her everywhere you go.