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livid flesh,
hanging on a lanky frame,
bare bones,
beautiful.
once she had curves,
a portly girl,
always wearing a smile,
happiness.
then it happened,
fleeting look in the glass,
only seeing fat,
despair.
she made a new friend,
Ana was her name,
together forever,
hope.
then the pounds dropped,
like rain from heaven,
Ana helped her,
beautiful again.
Who was the savior,
who went by Ana,
friend or foe?
questions.
sunken eyes,
thanks to Ana,
dead soul,
pain.
empty eyes stare,
from her cavernous body,
lying in her box,
death.

Ana's Work

Numbers

1day she didn't eat,
2day she did,
3fold less than yesterday,
4 the sake of being thin.
5 pounds lighter now,
she doesn't fit in,
like 6mo paper,
cut into 7th's.
She purged what she 8,
and jumped on the anorexia bandwagon,
part of the 9 days' wonder.
Now in pain,
she tries to pre10ed,
that it's nothing at all,
just a few innocent numbers.

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You Don't Know

You don't know how good it is,
to see my ribs stick out,
to smell food and know I can resist,
to taste nothing but saliva,
to hear my stomach rumbling,
to feel empty inside.

You don't know how good it is,
to see my life in control,
to smell nothing but success,
to taste a bitter sweet victory,
to hear Ana's voice,
to feel in control.

You don't know how bad it is,
to see my life falling apart,
to smell my own rotting corpse,
to taste nothing but bile,
to hear my tears of pain,
to feel broken inside.

Funny Isn't It?

Funny how I think Anorexia will make me happy for once,
Yet I sacrifice my happiness for it and become a dunce.
Funny how I think once I'm thin I won't have a care,
yet being thin brings me more care than I can bear.
Funny how I think food is control,
yet it controls me all the way to the toilet bowl.
Funny how I think life will be good once I'm thin,
yet when I'm thin enough I will have passed into hell's den.
Funny how I think I'm an exception to nature's laws,
to not require food would be an excellent flaw.
Funny how I think no one will truly love me because I'm fat,
yet I call myself fat and am still loved like that.
Funny how I think the next pound will be it,
yet the thirty I've already lost don't matter a bit.
Funny how I think fat will kill me,
yet starvation is the only threat to me.
Funny how I think God is the key,
yet I believe he made a mistake with me.