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Each day, you’re wearing away
Your flesh and your fat; your mind and your soul
Pound by pound it rips away pigments of who you are
Days spent counting calories and fighting them off
Until you are only a body, nothing to suggest there is
A person cradled inside of those frail bones
And what person starves them self of all happiness
in search of happiness?
You wake up, and repeat the actions, like a skeleton set on autopilot
Food; trash, fingers; throat, body; sweat, eyes; cry
There is nothing left of you;
You are a disorder




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Robyn97 said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 11:59 am:

This was a touching representation of an eating disorder. Bulimia? The imagery was excellent, and the third line from the top "Food; trash, ...." was very disjointed, which lent to the idea of desperation. I love how you realized the person was killing their personality as well as their body.

 Absolutely brilliant.

 
b_gomez114 replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 11:13 am :
great work! a simple yet deep idea to write about..certainly a problem in today's society. nice to see a writing about a social issue
 
flawless200 replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 2:54 pm :
I loved it you put light on a thing that doesn't have much light a job well done
 
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