She stares at her plate and decides not to eat
It's about having control she reminds herself
But limiting nourishment is not control

She stares in the mirror and represses emotion
It's about having control she says
But limiting feelings is not control

She withered away to almost nothingness
Hoping the wind would whisk her up
In a cold, empty embrace

She's drunk
She stopped answering
And he's gone to bed
And I
Well
I'll just end up dead.

A musky cafe with strong coffee, graffiti posters, and lo-fi jazz

A balcony. Staring up at the snow machines on the slopes, taming the mountain as she sleeps.

A sidewalk. Brick buildings decorated with fire escapes and the steam from the subway tunnel.

She goes from skipping down the streets,
Smile as big as her unreasonable new dreams
To running her cold fingers along the edge,
Thick extension cord
Adorns her neck like a string of pearls

They called me a miracle
And I lost my mind
I am no miracle
And I never was