ImpulseA Poem by Nessie_AJThe impulse to be skinny is undeniable; it's turning her numb. The impulse pushes her to the edge, but it's just too much fun.The impulse is my weakness; SOS. It is not sheep I count but calories. My love to be skinny is avarice. Lost weight under clothes is my gallery. My pride grows with the pounds that I must shed, with the numbers that go down on the scale. It is but nothing to go underfed. It’s everything if I happen to fail. 240, put the snack back down; I am in love when I feel in control. I would do whatever to wear the crown. What a small price it is to sell my soul. I love, no, desire to be skinny. I’m in love with the monster within me. © 2014 Nessie_AJAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNessie_AJNCAbout"Answer- that life exists and identity- that the powerful play goes on and I may contribute a verse." "Pain demands to be felt." Hey ya'll! From the South and blessed! I'm a lyrical dancer and I.. more..Writing
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