7.23.12

everyday they ask her about

the scars that mar her skin.

"no, they're not new,"

she assures them.

"of course i don't still do it."

"no, i haven't wanted to in years."

"we love you," they say.

"we care about you."

"you can trust us. talk to us."

she knows they lie.

"well then," she thinks,

"why haven't you noticed

i never

eat?"