Bullemia

She sits in the bathroom

looks in the mirror

the water runs

from the sink

 

She takes her wrist in her hand

It is skinny

Too skinny

 

She bends over the sink

and coughs

she heaves

she coughs

she looks up

 

"I'll be skinny"

She says as she stands

She looks again in the mirror

Her skin is pale

Her face is sunken in

 

She smiles

And leaves

The water runs

From the sink

As the vomit

Goes down the drain

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