Hard to swallow

ana + mia

Ana.

A layer of ice dust covers the lining of her shrunken stomach, frozen inside, the only thing  she eats, water, freezes instantaneously. Scattered and mixed in with the ice dust is normal dust and cobwebs from a stomach unused. Hers eyes are as empty as her insides. The mirror on the other hand is shining and the gold gilding faded from over-use. The tape measure crawls round and round her ribs pulled tighter each time and the scales lie when because although the number is getting smaller, its not small enough. She's loosing control and her mouth might as well be stitched closed for the lack of words coming out or the food going in. Her body is the canvas of her perfection but shes erasing herself and no one is admiring her art. She might as well be dead and shes killing herself. shes simply dying to be thin.



Mia.

She sticks her stick thin, glitter covered fingers down her oesophagus and ignores the burning in her eyes, the churning in her stomach and the bile now staining her nails. They used to be painted amethyst, now there yellow like her teeth. Her hair falls out when she brushed her hands through it and her pupils are bloodshot. This is classy or beauty but its an addiction, an requirement for her life to be the way she wants it {short and painful} Her sharp knees make imprints on the shining linoleum floor and vomit splashes down the side of the once sparkly toilet bowl. Flushing down her dinner she stands shakily to the sink and ignores the winking mirror, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration and slowly and carefully washes under her nails and all round her face and hands. Her bones are easily seen and poke out from under her over sized clothes. Shes close to the end and hiding doesn't make much sense anyway. Feeling dizzy she falls to the floor. She's only dying to be thin.




Are we there yet? that Nirvana when you find what it means to be a skeleton, the place the glittery mess of insides and pale crosses over lips don't matter, only the finished product, the place we're pushing constantly pushing to get to;



we would rather be dead than fat.

Author's Note

inspired by pics from deiviant art and naii

Reviews

[Sseoni]

Wow! That was such an awesome peom! It's really sad because of the distances people will go to, to be thin! It's crazy! Perging and starving themselves! It's just stupid! I thought that your poem was great! It was real and it could talk to the reader! It was very well written, detailed, and descriptive! Great poem!

[Kira]

Amazingly, bluntly, heartachingly true.

I love it.

[Emmie]

Well let's see, it was a wonderful poem. It really gives the reader a dose of reality. I'm a recovering bulimic, so I was able to connect to a great extent. It's a wonderful thing to be able to write with such a great effect on the reader. No one can read this piece without taking something away from it... and that's the way poetry is suppose to be written---for the reader. Wonderful job. :)

[Secondhand Tink]

I looooved this loads, brilliant poem Hollie! Glad to be of help to your writing, I'm gonna post the original pic and the edited one on DA shortly :DD

Once again, brilliant poem!!!!

-Naii