July 8, 2009
I hope no one
Discovers the reality
Of my numbers and journals.
I hope no one
Discovers that I am a slave
To my scale.
I am a slave to my bones.
I will starve a valley
Into my hipbones.
I will widen the gulf
Between my thighs.
My throat knows nothing but acid.
My lips touch nothing but cigarettes.
My stomach hungers for nothing
Except pride and love.
My shame lies in between my legs
And beneath my skin.
It crawls within me and eats its way out.
I have mastered the art of discipline,
But I will not be rewarded
Until I can disappear.

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Dawn.Angelicca. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 10, 2009 at 8:09 pm
Hey almostgone, It's not real. I was speaking from the POV of a girl in my English class... one day everyone kept talking about how thin she was so I was inspired to write about her, in her voice.
almostgone said...
Jul. 10, 2009 at 9:39 am
oh my gosh i hope this is not real cause you really need to get help. people care and i know cause ive been through it. please try.
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