The Girl Who Wished She Was Made of Air

explanation kills the art.

She counts her words before she says them. 

Makes sure they don’t escape the fingers on her hands 
Because that might be too many. 
Maybe she’s scared that her sentences will fabricate
Scared she’ll take up more space than she allows herself. 
She doesn’t eat much and she sleeps all day.
Reduces herself to a skeleton and even then, she’s too much. 
She talks about the air like she wants to become it 
and you start to wonder 
what makes someone wish they could disappear.

Author's Note

*trigger warning* This is in no way meant to glorify eating disorders or make them seem beautiful. I know they are not. This is just a way for me to show how I see them. Also don't worry about me I don't suffer from an eating disorder, but I know many people who do and I wanted to write about it.

Reviews

[Naked Elements]

again the emotion hits in the last line, or maybe it's the sufjan i'm listening to ; )

[James Glazier]

Beautiful poem, your imagery was stunning. Really enjoyed this.