Dear Anorexia

Watch my reflection blur

As water flounders in my eyes

And the mirror dissipate 

As my broken knees hit the floor 

Place your fingers on my hip

And your arm around my wilted waist

Set your presence

On my flawed cheek

And soak up

The oil on my forehead

Feel the daggers of my bones

Protruding from my neck 

And follow the edge

Of my shriveled breast

Occupy the space

Between my isolated thighs

And lock on 

To the gawkiness of my knees 

Make my hands tremble

At the sight of my unkempt mane 

And fill my heart with the image

Of my ghostly complexion

Rid me of my sleep

And absorb my unconscious thoughts 

Annihilate my pride 

And feed my insecurities 

Crack the glass on my mirror

For every heartrending sob 

And empty my stomach 

With your ravenous guilt 

Cut my flesh

With your enduring doubt 

Strip me of my sanity 

And furnish my demise

Instill dread of the mirror

In my ever fearful soul

And make me loathe the body

That you infected

With everlasting woe

Reviews

[Andy Marr]

A heartbreaking poem. But beautiful, too.

I myself have written a novel based on my own sister's anorexia. It's always good to read another's perception of this terrible disease.