Starvation's MistressA Poem by Aimee Mahathyanorexia, plain and simple
A whisper; something innocent
Gaze into her wide blue eyes She tempts with a perfect prize A goal; something evident Little girl and a looking glass Softly caress the reflection Something prettier- perfection. Descend deep, forget the past. Glossy covers invade the mind Corrode the will, bait the soul Invitation; fall through the hole The exit? You'll never find. Your mind's wires cut and torn They are glued and taped anew She reroutes all you knew And all hopes and dreams conform. Throw memories in the trash Forget childhood; love and trust Watch everything sweet rust As you invisibly die within. A fast for visual enlightenment A hunger strike unfounded You'll never be grounded - Flying in your torment. Playing Bach on your ribcage She feeds you tasteless lies - Your calorie-free demise Just a mouse in a maze. Is it worth it when you're dead? I know it's all in your head. Why don't you shoot her with your smile? If you could love yourself... Even for a little while. © 2010 Aimee MahathyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAimee MahathyBloomington, ILAboutI'm 33 now, much more settled into myself, and getting back to it again. The previous about me is gonna stay for now, since it's still somewhat accurate and I need some time to figure out what to say .. more..Writing
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