A cold sort of ache
has built in my stomach,
spreading slowly up my throat
until I'm nauseous and tearful
with hunger.
Dry sobs rack my pale frame
as I sit cross-legged in a chair,
hands in my lap,
eyes closed,
and pray to a god that is not mine
that I will wake up lighter
than I did this morning.
Every now and then
I catch a glimpse of my wrists
and think,
"Hey. Those look smaller."
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I get a vision of an emaciated girl,
rocking herself in the same rhythm
as I am at this very moment,
chanting that everything will be okay.
Crying out in her sleep that life will be better
when she's 110.
But when I open my eyes,
cheeks stained grey with mascara running
in teardrop formation,
vision blurred from malnutrition
and stomach cramped from hunger
and purging,
I see myself as I am.
Fat
fat
fat.
Please tell me what you think
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Hi there, wow, what a great read, some lines here that i really loved "Dry sobs rack my pale frame" that one for instance
All in all i'd give it 10 out of 10. Very well done, glad i read it.
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This is a very brilliant write. It's original and non-cliche which really makes your topic vividly come to life. I've had a mild eating disorder and I can relate to parts of this; from examining each body part to the feelings of despair,
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i love this poem, its a nice emotional drawn write and i just loved it, it was so sad yet i could stop reading i loved this poem so much and it touched me deeply
keep writing
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good write
this is sad. the fat fat fat part stands out to me. it was like one's heart beating irregularly from the purging. the mascara running and blurred vision remind me of the pain and emotions running sadly
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Oh this is really sad,I know what its like to have an eating disorder.
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