Ode to My Eating Disorder

You were a slow, quiet death.You kicked my heels out from beneath meAnd held my hand the whole time.  Learning tactics of self detriment by trial and error,I am the barrier between rational and fucking stupid--Until the skeleton ghost was all that was left.Outstretched fingers point to imperfections You smirk at me in the mirror and I cower back,But you look so beautiful today.  I’m shouted and screamed at by the glamourous lies But betrayed by my sunken-in-dark-circle-eyes“Hush now, you’re drowning in fabric aren’t you?” The bones are skin deepDon’t you dare fall asleep,The Doctor says you won’t wake up It beeps and it beeps But the nurses are sweet And we both fit perfectly in that hospital gown.  Now I can walk without dragging along But I miss you my love,And I wish you weren’t gone. 

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