Looking in the mirror
with cracked and fractured lenses,
we smile at the pictures of times less beginning.
With cattle chords and whips, the chains
we lift our stomachs to the sky again.
She says I have a pretty mouth
when all the words
food comes spilling out.
I feel beautiful again,
the despair is pushed away until yesterday
and now the sky darkens again.
Turning off the light and hoping for the best,
why are there so many meals in one day?
Author notes
ED arguing against recovery. Sorry if this isn't that great, this is my first try at such a touchy topic and it's rather difficult to place yourself in the position of someone with ED when you've never gone through it.
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- ED v. Recovery by bigXfatXemo.
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Comments
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I really like this one, each line hold great meaing to me. I really liked 'fractured lenses' as this is such a good way of describing how most people see their eating disorder, completely dstorted to the real dstruction. And the beauty mentioned later.. you seem to have a good insight to the seductive nature of them. Bravo
Keep up the good work! This hassuch great imagary! Fab.
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