Ghost

Anorexia is a demon

GHOST ON THE SCALE

Is there a ghost on the scale?
I see no one there
The numbers keep dropping
I am here
dying
Restricted into oblivion
Ghost on the scale
I dedicate my body to you
Hips bones
Thigh gap
Bruised knees
Bloody shin.
All for you
All for you
All for….
Ghost on the scale
I see no one there
The numbers are dropping
I'm here
Dying
You're there
Smiling
I give you my hopes
I give you my dreams
I give you my weight
I give you my love
You give me my present
I don't remember my past
There is no future besides
You
And skinny
And hip bones
And thigh gaps
And restriction
And empty plates
And you.

Reviews

[Gray]

To be locked up in a cell of hopelessness and depression is to me, what you have described. The question is, how close is the key and are you willing to pick it up?

You are very good at poetry. Keep it up.

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Very captivating and vivid into the thought process of a having a eating disorder. All the emotional pain that comes along. I struggled with bulimia, so I understand all the emotions behind this piece. N.