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We Won't Eat

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Poetry



Three competitive sisters: which one would be the skinniest? This was more than 30 years ago and two out of three have under control this particular unbalanced part of their mind. The third has not. She was the youngest and most beautiful to look at. She is 47 now with the body of a child and the face of a haunted aged woman. She never married but did have a son who has to live with this child/woman. Anorexia was a little known illness in the early 80's. My grandmother was anorexic till the day she died, miraculously in her 90's; her two sisters were too.


Submitted:Feb 11, 2013    Reads: 43    Comments: 8    Likes: 5   


Surveyed her frame:

Envy; disgust

I felt both shame

And some mistrust

Her face was hollow

Her words were too

She claimed to swallow

Food she'd accrued

There was one

There was another

One I'd shun

Too like her mother

The second sister

More humane

But still a blister

Which caused pain

She ceased eating

Till skeletal

On each meeting

Claimed was full

Jeans would slip

Nothing there

Had lost hips

Had spectral stare

Nails bitten

To the quick

Miss Britain

Now a stick

So one would assume

That I'd avoid

The same doom

That so annoyed

But was not long

And I'd succumb

Though knew wrong

Despised each crumb

I too had shrunk

Accomplished liar

And found I'd sunk

Into that mire





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