Beautiful girl,
spattered in red,
blinded by white,
skin turning blue,
eyes bleeding yellow:
Emaciated? Not yet.
But bruised,
broken,
begging for release.
Biting her tongue,
biting back hunger,
bitter and bloody.
Starving for satisfaction,
dying for perfection.
Purging to purify.
Crying, crumbling,
collapsing under the weight
of her own bones,
muscle, fat,
fear, memory.
Obsessive, destructive,
lost and losing her mind.
Just another after-school special,
her dignity bleeding out
through her nose as she vomits her failures
into a pretty porcelain graveyard.
Terrified.
Terrorized.
Tortured.
Poor soul.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A strong write this tells a powerful story but leave the question on what happened to that poor soul , did the soul collapse from all the pressure or did the soul rise above the occasion and become stronger than anyone who try to hurt.
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This is good. The imagery and feeling in here really show what you mean for it too. And everything I would say here you've heard before about this subject, so.


