I am anorexia
Menacing winds blow through my brittle bones.
A see-through sheet of thin skin cannot keep out the cold.
I hear the echo, echo, echo of the other girls in the halls, halls, halls,
Laughing, playing, living.
They are not me, and I am not them.
I am anorexia.
But I am not alone.
I feel the friendship of exhaustion,
The solace of nothingness,
The comfort of emptiness,
The refreshment of weightlessness,
And the forgiveness of hunger.
I know, I feel, I am
Fading into the blackness,
Dissolving into nothing,
Disappearing into silence.
I reach for a coherent thought.
There is no energy to formulate it.
This life, or how it has been explained to me,
Occurs between dizzy spells and fainting,
Amongst blurs and empty dazes,
Inside obscurity and unconsciousness,
With vacancies and blankness,
Ending with me weeping and wailing.
It is no mistake.
I’m slip, slip, slipping out of sight.
There is no hoping, no saving, no rescuing me,
Because I am anorexia,
And I will destroy you as I see fit.