Poetry

Ana

TW// ANOREXIA, EATING DISORDER, CURSING, SLIGHT GORE, MENTION OF DEATH. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR EASILY DISTURBED AUDIENCES.

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Numbers.

Its always the numbers in sight.

The ones on the scale that keeps you up at night.

And then she comes for a friendly visit.

Little do you know, now, there's no escaping it.

"Hi! I'm Ana. Do you want to be my friend?

I can help bring your misery to an end."

She sure keeps her promises, a loyal girl.

But her words slowly start to make you more hurt.

"You fat ass bitch."

"You ugly fat whore."

The guilt starts taking over you more.

Then you start to cut down on food,

She whispers in your ear, "Keep going, you'll be good!"

Day after day, you get thinner and thinner,

She keeps whispering everyday, "You're good without dinner."

Stomach growling, you lay in bed,

But Ana doesn't show sympathy, she's happy instead,

With her beautiful, thin form, she lays by your side.

Tears roll down your cheeks, holding the screams inside.

"You can't turn back now, you're almost there!"

You clutch your stomach, feeling as though your organs are going to tear.

"Just a little more..." you whisper to yourself.

As the nights keep passing, you start feeling dead.

Then one day, "I give up!" You burst.

After all that crying, you run down to quench your hungry thirst,

Into the kitchen, you grab a bag

Of cheese and popcorn and soda cans.

Gulping it down in just one go,

She appears again, "You greedy freak show."

She pulls you with her and shoves you in the bathroom,

Locking the door, she screams, "You know what to do!"

Slowly, it comes up from your stomach to your mouth,

Your throat starts burning, the food coming out.

"Be quiet, bitch. Don't make a sound."