THIS IS NOT ME.


She Tallies her Pounds with Broken Glass.

She counts each rib with something close to reverence.

[And she tallies pounds with shards of broken glass.]

She wants to be so breakable,
Takeable
She wants you to worship her hollowed eyes.

Cold fingers splay across her fragile skin.

Her shrunken cheeks are a point of deadly pride,
And she lovingly smooths the hollows of collarbone
With every shallow breath she hates.

She feeds every despised pound to the ugly person in the mirror.

She just wants to be tiny.

She just wants to be so heartbreakingly tiny.

Sometimes she breaks mirrors
And uses to fragments to carve the word "anorexic" into her shriveled stomach,
Because she can't make herself say it aloud.

But she's not anorexic, she tells herself.

She just wants to be beautiful.

So heartbreakingly beautiful.



Words by Inked.
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Written on 2005-10-02 at 04:54

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Malin Johansson
This made me cry, Ive been there... and you describe the words so terrible well...
A very sad and yet sensitive poem... great work...
2006-05-11


Commentally Ill
heartbreakingly beautiful... mirror-breaking beautiful... skin breaking beautiful... mostly heartbreakingly beautiful

c.i.
2005-10-02


SlipThruCracks
As soon as I am actually thin, I will probably still be fat.

It is horrible.

Your words make me ache inside like guilt, maybe.
2005-10-02