September 26, 2009
By , Ellensburg, WA
She crawls upon the rotted floor.

Stables herself on the bathroom door.

Her hair is comming out in clumps.

And her fingers are growing bumps.

Her teeth are turning a brillant yellow.

And her soul is not so mellow.

Her breathing is quickening,

Her knees start to shake,

But this time when she passes out...

She doesn't awake.

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ilovemath=) said...
Jan. 21, 2010 at 1:20 pm
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I loved this, and reccommend you keep writing. Check out my piece of writing if the editors approve it. It's also about anorexia.
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