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I forget what suffocation tastes like, Until I spend 5 minutes trapped between these four walls.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Home.
Say my name I want to hear it fall off your lips Dribble like paint Down your chin On to my waiting skin
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
In the sheets
I grew up in the shadows of my worship, In the shadows of models. And they clung to my skin, Until there was nothing left to grip.
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
Posters
Letting go, whilst my heart is still bleeding in your palms. I can feel it, Beating. My tears tear holes in this paper My hands dig deep in this skin Letting go, But I still love you Forgive me, please I just had to learn how to love me too.
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Letting go
I used to drown myself in meal replacement shakes and fat burning capsules, on the off chance that I would disintegrate into skin and bone. I spent so long with my head down a toilet bowl, the smell of bleach became sort of comforting, it wrapped it's arms around me, I was home. On the days I saw black and I crumbled to the ground, I remember that I would get back up and feel proud. Congratulations, you're one step closer to disappearing without a sound. Sometimes I want to drape chocolate wrappers around my shoulders, just so I can remind myself that dairy milk is not a crime. But today I will bury the skeletons of my late night rendezvous at the bottom of my trash, so that I forget about the secret love affair I had last night.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
My eating disorder and I
Swift moving cars Tongues hanging out of windows Whistles waiting at street corners Hunting eyes I am their prey this time Wandering hands Unwelcomed words That make toes curl Short skirts On summer days Put your flesh away His fingers pierce my skin He licks his lips and pulls me in Out of breath Down dark alleyways I had to leave I couldn't stay On these streets I am not safe On these streets hungry eyes come out to play.
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
My smile is not a permission slip