About a girl who hates her body image, starves herself, needs help, barred in from her brain.
starves at breakfast
starves at lunch
she starves her way through school
starving there
sitting there
imagining the dinner
she’ll pause
and starve until she sleeps
laying there
starving there
dreaming there
shrinking there
starving has caused shrinking
once proud to be taller than her mother
now strives to be small and thin
thin enough to fit through her bars
waves her hand
they dissolve into air
freedom
looks out
of the window
one toe out of line
reaching for the crumbs of cookie
barred again
stuck again
starved again
have to be skinny
have to be perfect
have to be pretty
pretty isn’t fat
you can’t see her fatless yet
fat is all she sees
staring at her naked body
staring at her soul
her soul is whittled to a point
her body’s at a breaking point
her knees her arms her face her chest
reduce
lost the power to reproduce
seeing what could be
blind as a horse with it’s eyes set forward
can’t look back
can only keep staring
staring at the control she has
staring at the fat she has
staring at the bars so thin
almost fits through
her fingers are almost as sharp as the pin
she manages to snap
to make her clothes smaller
double 00 and still they don’t fit
no more breakfast
no more lunch
barely swallows her milk
disgust
barely chews the gum in her mouth
barely has something to digest
but has to eat
her body still protests
disgust
so much hidden
so much repressed
her arm fits through her cell bar
feels herself eroding
almost nothing at all
broken plates
broken chairs
only thing she can’t break is her mirror
staring
staring
at her fat
staring in disgust
so little she has
so much to lose
sleep comes hard
and ends too early
silence comes
and stays forever
early
late
what difference does it make?
can’t speak
can’t shout or speak
all she can express is the depress she is
staring staring
in disgust
cuts herself on the plates
rips her shirt away
sees the blood drip down the wall
sees what she has to lose
bars don’t loosen
only shrink
makes her feel obese
and dim
wants to stop
but can’t pause
has to be thin
has to be i
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