Thoughts decomposing
And words thick with sin.
Lungs filled with smoke
Bugs crawled under skin.
Tongues taste like bile and
Teeth taste like rot
A bottle of pills will be the last thing she bought.
She stood in front of a mirror where an insect sat
Picking at all the places
Where she thought she was fat.
With hair falling out
And bones riddled with bruises
A shaking wrist
It's herself she abuses.
Whispers in her ear,
The voices in her head.
"You're fat" "you're ugly" "You're disgusting",
they said.
One more head full of smoke,
The bite of burnt skin
Another deep breath
She needs to be paper thin
A moment of clarity
She'll temporarily forget
The tastes, the calories, the snacks
She regrets