ana thoughts.A Story by Sashalate at night. anorexia.
Silver Bones.
Let me see them. Your emaciated body is like violent pornography to my wasted eyes. Give me your pain, I'll take it all, princess. Watch you dance alone under the white spotlight, while your size -100 dress slips off of your slim shoulders, like melted swan down in an elegant puddle on the shifty floor. You're naked and I love that. I need that. You're so small now. You're invisible. Invisible is beautiful. Invisible is the new beautiful. You take up negative space, the black hole of your painfully lovely and sought-after existence sucking us into your mesmer-dipped dance. *breath* Two. Three. Eleven white spotlights. Eleven silver dresses on the floor. So tiny clothes are no longer an option - an necessity from a forgotten human world. So thin that you're elevated to be a goddess and you are above clothing. You're no mere skeleton, your wisps of soul inside you make the bleached white bones dance in an eerie, effortless and flawless ballet, a macrabe testimony to what we all seek to be, but will hardly ever be good enough to attain. your majesty. we await you in the throne room... A throne room of skinny jeans, slim clothes, skinny love painted with my blood on the walls. What happened, skinny love? I'm sorry. I'm too scared of the darkness. But this time I'll grab your hand and never ever let you go because you and I are one, skinny love, you haunt me like a lovesick parasite, an immortal one, and I am your host, blind, stupid, submissive, vulnerable, willing. Tied naked to a bed and loving every second of my disgusting bludgeoning. I'll feel the bruises and know that it's just because of you, skinny love, you care about me; you want me to win. You've A body hits the floor. The spotlight grows brighter. A death in the house of the thin. Don't worry. Your attendants will pick you up and manipulate your broken body and make you dance because; when you're thin enough, vitality is a matter of your flimsy past. Your beauty and ability to suck everyone into your negative calorie abyss matters more than the shallow breath in your ever-so-quickly shrinking lungs.
© 2012 SashaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 1, 2012 Last Updated on June 1, 2012 Tags: anorexia nervosa, anorexia, bulimia nervosa, bulimia, bones, thin, eating disorders, disordered eating, insanity, sadness, depresison, beauty AuthorSashaAboutI call myself Sasha. I'm a female. I live in an insanely boring suburb in the United States. I am mature for my age, and get irritated with my peers' ignorance. I like to laugh. I really wish my webca.. more..Writing
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