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  13h Bekah
Emmy
gravity is a
beautiful maiden.

i fantasize
that she will pull me
down to heaven

that she will help me
stop my lungs
as i fill the cracks
of my heart
with concrete.
Bekah 20h
Anorexia is not loud.
It seeps in quietly,
like smoke slipping under a door,
making its home
in the hollows of your bones.

It whispers,
telling you to be
everything you are not.

So you smile, you laugh,
saying everything is fine,
because “fine” is easier than the truth.

But your reflection
becomes a secret
you cannot control.
Every pound is never enough,
every rib counted
as if salvation could be found
in the spaces between.

The mirror screams
what you already know:
that you are disappearing,
piece by piece,
while too much of you
still remains.
Bekah Aug 1
I built her from the splinters,
of all the broken things inside me—
brittle, shaped in silence,
born in the space
between the scream and the swallow.

She was never meant to live,
only to protect.

Her voice was a lullaby of blades,
her eyes turning from anything soft.
but over time,
I buried her beneath layers
of laughter and light,
learning how to love gently,
without flinching.

Still—
I never forgot the sound
of her pacing beneath the floorboards.

Even now, I hear it—
a pressure rising,
a crack beginning to form.

I feel her iron teeth
pressed behind my smile.
I see her in the mirror,
just behind my eyes—
watching,
waiting,
wanting.

She is all the worst parts of me,
and yet I can’t help but wonder
if she ever felt lonely, too
Bekah Jul 15
Once,
She was honey-
Sweet without even trying
And warm, like the sun
Catching the light
Like it belonged to her
Now,
everything is darker-
And thick, like tar
Her reflection, a mosaic
Catching light in all the ways
Seen only through cracks
No one warns you of the day
You look into the mirror
And see an echo
Of a girl you loved
But didn’t protect
Bekah Jun 9
I wonder if you’ll ever be
The man I needed
When I was a little girl
Crying into the pillow
That you left behind
The day you walked out
And I wonder if you know
I still listen to the last voicemail
You sent all those years ago
Because even at 25
I’m still hiding the pain
Of the little girl
That lives inside me
Whispering the name
That you never cherished
And cutting fingers
On the broken pieces
That you left behind
Bekah Jun 4
I knew that it was time
To make that final choice
The one you couldn’t make
So I had to be your voice

I held you as you crossed
That bridge up in the sky
To the place of no more pain
A place of no goodbyes

I hope that you knew
How deeply you were loved
You were than just a pet
Now you’re my angel up above
For my ferret, Otis and anyone who has lost their fur baby.  My heart is heavy with grief.
Bekah May 22
In the end,
We are nothing more than threads
Woven into space
Spun from the same dust
Born from the cosmos
So when the stars collide
Remember me in their constellations
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