5st 7lb

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About Anorexia (or specifically an Anorexia with a bulimic sub type). I've been meaning to write this for some time. The title was my lowest weight, when I was living off a machine, and the end line is inspired by what my lovely father had to say.

Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Bones speak in lustful talk,

Skin pulled to the very end of taut,

Can you feel the hunger?

It makes you younger.



It's been days,

Memories are a ghastly haze,

Can you remember the bites?

It'll won't ever be alright.



And you can't quite comprehend,

This broken end,

Admit to the scale,

You're lost and pale.

 

Losing too fast,

You weren't made to last,

You can't break this habit,

Death to the faggot.

 

 


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