the story of a girl we knew.
her heart thrusts through her ribcage
and she can see its shape up against her skin,
she's so thin - and she wonders why , she hates
looking at herself in the mirror and wonders why
her body was made to see all of her insides, and
she understands why people can read her through her
eyes because she's transparent, she's thin, like the wind.
and she can't keep her food down, her mouth is the
crown of her volcano and from it erupts the disgust
she takes in each time she has a meal , it's violent.
how can she love herself?
will she ever love herself?
