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 Oct 2017 rose
Wednesday
I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
a love story
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
everything you do is like a dance,
a move so beautifully free flowing but calculated at the same time
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
save me
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
Detail
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
I can describe to you in full detail
all the pain
and where its located

a pit on the bottom of my stomach
it either slowly crawls into me
or something beckons it out

a hole at the bottom of my rib-cage
like I have been shot
with the power of a million words

two hands shake at my knees and neck
it feels stiff

the feeling is oozing
its dark
and it grows in groups

I fear it
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
numb
 Sep 2017 rose
morgan
there is a numbness in my bones
while i sit on my worthless throne
 May 2017 rose
morgan
Kill Me
 May 2017 rose
morgan
**** me with a bullet
that smells of cigarettes
and Sundays
and bitter sweet tea
and sweet bitter goodbyes
**** me with a sword
laced in band practice
encased in a sleeve of rain water
and rose petals
and midnight cries
 Apr 2017 rose
rained-on parade
I love you like clocks
breaking their arms
on my bed,
trying to stop time
from making me forget
what you looked like.
 Apr 2017 rose
Anna
Untitled
 Apr 2017 rose
Anna
We made it to the east coast
i saw the ocean, mom.
Dad saw a needle.
My ole man yelled and held my hand
 Apr 2017 rose
Anna
I'm sad.
 Apr 2017 rose
Anna
We came with the rain,
Down the boulevard-
It's safe to say this year was pretty hard
We buried sons with stars
And my Grannie
In baby blue pjs
With Uno cards.

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