Five Hundred-Thirty Seven

Location

29229
United States
34° 9' 30.7728" N, 80° 53' 15.3096" W

Her scars were fading out.
The red lines in her skin disappearing.
Her skirts never came out,
and her hoodies were worn in the summer.
Bracelets hugged her wrists
and no one thought to check.
Her weight began to drop.
She was obsessed with the scale.
She read every food label.
Anything over 150 was forgotten.
She stopped getting new clothes
because soon they'd be too big.
She knew she was killing herself.
Because, hell, even breathing hurt.

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