or the secret hands that creep underneath ribs and
squeeze
the sin right out

with a snarl you smackthe bones you claim to see
(don’t lie to me just because you’re pretty)
and scream about how i’m just a crazy ** up nut job
a t t e n t i o n – s e e k e r

you laugh and kiss me with
sweet lips that taste of
berries
and the next time i see you
you’ve thrown away that puke-coloured anorak
you always wear
and are smiling widely and cheerfully and
so c a r e f r e e that i just
v o m i t and don’t get why you don’t
u n d e r s t a n d

--?

if anorexic is just another word for attention-seeker
then maybe i’m not trying hard enough.




WOW

I LOVED IT

AMAZING

Fabulous. . . Vivid, intense. . . real. Well done. I've had my share of struggles with eating disorders. . . So I know how it feels from both sides, and a lot of what you say is very true, at least as far as how people I know view the subject. Great job!

Very nicely done. The last line was a surprise, you ended this perfectly. It sounds more like bulimia than anorexia, but the two often go together so it doesn't really matter anyway.

I like this.. it's an original idea & well-described. The stanza breaks are really cool too.. and the last 2 lines are really sad.. nice job =)