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.