tw. eating disorders.
an. technically a collection.

i always forget how addictive this is,
how hard to stop
once i start.

the hollowness, the burning,
the trickling sweat, blood, tears.

the self-hatred, so easy to
slip back into. sometimes i wonder
if it ever went anywhere in the first place.

i can't stop staring at the mirror
touching my hips, wanting
my bones to jut out
as far as they used to.