lightheaded

goosebumps

 

counting floor-tiles,

make sure go two by two

out of some desperate, whining

 

need

compulsion

 

counting food-numbers

300 plus 300, can't stop myself

but the numbers pile up, almost 800 now.

 

bursting out

disgusting

 

scale numbers won't move

+1, -1, scream, starve, binge,

move, sweat,

fat.

 

sick in the

head

 

fireworks behind my eyes

i stumble, gasp,

knees hitting ground.

 

who'd ever want

someone like you?

 

 

deep swallowing breaths

on the floor of the shower

amid a blue-black haze.

 

skipping one meal doesn't make...

doesn't make...

doesn't make

 

hateful red fingernail-lines

drawn like healing cuts

across the offending skin.

 

get it off of me

tearing

tearing

Author's Note

I almost passed out in the shower this morning, but nothing's wrong, I swear.

Reviews

[GlamGirl]

Oh my goodness. Is this true? I know someone close to me who went through that. It is very tough, and it can happen to anyone.