A New Age

If you could see me now.
What would you do?
You’re killing me.
Eyes-the only feature I was ever proud of- stare from their sunken beds deep in the sockets,
Bruised shadows adding to their death.
Cheek bones poking out
Prominent as wings.
Lips bleeding and cracked
Stretched tight over the corpse-like face.
I always wanted to lose weight
Never happy with my figure
Ha!
My joints stick out like tennis balls,
Ribs like a xylophone.
Tired, so tired.
I can’t eat
I can’t sleep
I can’t live…
Actions have consequences
These are yours.