the camera lay inanimate
under her restless right hand
the button snapped
and a thinning waistline
was captured by an overexcited flash.
her sickness has become
an adventure and her mouth
knows the new taste of nothing.
there is nothing left of her
will to survive
her energy is spent on
eyes staying open and lips
perhaps something will catch
her up on fluttery wings
and fly away to the sparkling ocean
but for now she surrounds
herself with daytime television
and the light bulb inside the camera.
her thinning stomach convulses
as she dry retches over the toilet bowl
and no one hears her sob
in frustration that she doesn't
need to feel better about her body.
she was happy with 120 pounds
and now an inverse of insomnia
has left her with no appetite
and no hope of fitting into jeans.