June 9, 2011
By , Calgary, Canada
I look up at my white washed celing... tiles blurring together...
becoming so light headed...
I'll just close my eyes for a second...
a minute,
an hour,
of a little girl,
spinning in circles,
pale,clear skin,
bones clearly seen,
tears roll down my face,
she stops and smiles,
what is wrong? she asks.
You are so beautiful. I say.
You will be too. she replys.
When? I ask.
When you idolize me over everything...
when you dine with me, an empty plate
and a cup of tea for the each of us,
when people describe you as a walking skeleton,
when people wonder where the old you has gone...
My name is Ana...
I will steal your soul from you...

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