When All You Knew Was Gone

I'm just a girl, but perhaps not to you. To you, I'm just a blog, a website, a tiny link in your world. Maybe, though, the same monsters inhabit our souls, and bind us unknowingly. If you know Ana, the kiss of a blade, if you dream of death and wish for beauty... then maybe we aren't strangers after all. Maybe we're the same soul, split in a million parts and trapped in a thousand different bodies. Maybe we're all alone together.
H: 5'3 HW: 125 CW: 114 LW: 110 GW1: 110 GW2: 105 UGW: 99

Vegan, Anorexic, Self Harm, Pansexual, Suicidal, Depressed

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Anorexia's Eyelashes

three glass eyes
peering through a mirrored fishbowl
smiling as the swimmers
(make their way past noon)
the ripples kiss the unseen
the eyes- they dare not blink
the swimmers click their heels
(for they'll be drowne'd soon)


palms tingling for oxygen
they paddle to the sky
beseeching thy glaring orbs
(as the light begins to fray)
clawing at the windows
painting the water crimson
dangling by adrenaline
(and the hope to be saved)


sinking anguished desperatley
a tomb nine inches deep
their last airdrops part their lips
(in a mangled, aching song)
their blank eyes fixed on nothing
flesh disappates from bone
the maske'd orbs blink twice
(then three glass eyes are gone)
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