a love letterA Poem by memorylandedtw: eating disorder, suicidal thoughtsI. do you think i’m pretty do you think my body is perfectly fine do you think my clothes fit me well do you think my eyes hold the stars and the moon and all the overdone ‘aesthetics’ of our time do you think my face is finely sculpted do you think my lips are plump and divine do you think my hands are like candles do you think my legs are the paths to a river of endless wine do you think my hair glistens like the oil i rub on my forehead when i want to (die) calm down do you think about me. do you think about me. do you think about me all the time? II. last night i washed the remnants of my makeup down the drain my brown eyeliner trickling down the sink, a never-ending stream of acid rain when i looked up i could see you - another face no words were exchanged fingers like a gun (if only) straight down there cocking right at my throat, leaving no air the sound of my beauty slipping onto the toilet you only watched, dead silent. III. i snipped off my nails with the bite of my jaw a familiar sensation on my teeth, reverting me back into a child it made me wish if only i could snip some of my cheeks off too if only i could shave the thick slab of skin on my thighs if only i could trim the edges of my arms if only i could run my neck on a grater if only i could fillet my stomach with a knife IV. do you think i’m pretty do you think of me all the time do you think i’d be perfect for you if i took out most of what was mine do you think a razor would be better than an actual gun do you think chewing off my skin would finally make you and me as one © 2021 memorylandedAuthor's Note
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Added on October 27, 2021Last Updated on October 27, 2021 Tags: eating disorde, beauty, bulimia, dramatic |