Disorder
Look at me.
What do you see?
Just a girl,
Pretty and
Skinny and
Thin as can be.
I get a rush as my
anxious fingers
feel across my body,
and I feel bones,
like reading braille,
Why do my hands keep shaking?
I don't eat.
Food is my enemy because
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels,
and skinny
feels like flying,
and i can fly because
there is nothing inside me
to hold me down.
I am empty.
I am skin and bones.
And bones! I'm proud of mine.
Can't you see their beauty
poking through my skin?
Hip bones, collar bones, ribs and spine,
And a gorgeous gap between my thighs!
They tell me to stop,
They're jealous of my perfection.
They say I'll die!
I don't care!
They'll see!
I'll be beautiful
on my death bed,
Pretty and
Skinny and
Thin as can be.