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"Everyone wants to be a little anorexic" she says

"You know, like, in a glamorous way, like fashion friendly anorexic"

I bite my cheek and nod, pretend to agree

All I can think of is waking up to stars dancing on the ceiling

Pale skin with bruises of unknown origins

And battered feet on and off the scale

Almonds in Ziploc baggies

Bite marks on fingers

Hair down the drain

Measuring crunches by the marks they leave on your spine

And battered feet on and off the scale

Enough water to turn organs into boats

Eating an apple with a fork and knife

Desperate hands grasping for ribs

And battered feet on and off the scale

Standing and the world going dark

Coughing around shots of apple cider vinegar

Carrying an emergency rice cake for weak spells

And battered feet on and off the scale

Enough green tea to drown organs

Sugar free gum to mask the smell of decaying organs

Whatever nail polish covers yellow and purple

And battered feet on and off the scale

How many calories are in toothpaste

Thinspo blogs

Pillows squeezed between thighs

And battered feet on and off the scale

Is today the day my heart gives out

Waking every day in a new body

Fingers clasped around wrists

And battered feet on and off the scale

Notebooks filled with numbers

Purple crescents under eyes

Fingers clasped around forearms

And battered feet on and off the scale

Elbows knocking into hipbones

Being scared of your own reflection

Lies to get out of dinner

And battered feet on and off the scale

The stench of *****

Oxygen that tastes of Splenda

Fingers clasped around biceps

And bleeding feet on and off the scale

 

If this is your idea of glamour

Then you can have it
Trigger Warning
You wanted to be immortal
Spent your days searching for the fountain of youth
Hoping to make a deal with the devil
But my love you've succeeded you mission
The answer was simple
To be immortal all you had to do
Was break a poets heart
Nailbar
failed state
crowbars
curate.

White robes
desert
agape
dirt.

Thanos firkytoodling,
Nero a-noodling,
the Fat Lady's yodeling,
cascades tipping overly,
Ragnarok's shakerattling,
4 Horsemen redrumming,
our human superpower
is that we know what's coming, yet

We're seemingly
powerless
to resist
the striptease
of the abyss.

Grownups
debate
should Greta
be shot
or *****.

World War
III
better be
******
****.

What have we done to our fair sister?
Nihilists **** goodtime gal, Gaia.
Tho' the good times may well be maya,
the Void in the **** is Medusa.
Messéd are the bleak

for they shall inherit

this parabolic tweak;

(and not without merit).
more spoonerism
Accept the arrangements you have agreed to
Why pretend to be disillusioned
By lovers and former relationships
God is both a child and a wild animal
Families demand our participation
True lovers lead by example
We are what’s left of the intangible
I am still a part of your council
Whenever love becomes another past participle
I read your dreams like a newspaper
Your mind is like a magazine
And your thoughts are the classified section
Some people's hearts are like the tabloids
While others are National Geographic covers
Head in the deer-lights.
Light in the deer-heads.
Deer in the light-heads.

(something like that)
That guy with antlers.

I mean MANTLERS, sorry.

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