EDNOS is:
 confusion.

-starving for days,
 then bingeing every day for a week.

-puking until you see blood, 
because you failed yet again.

-starving again, 
because you’re too fat to function.

-puking some more,
 because you’re not strong enough.
EDNOS is: 
manic.

-running for hours,
 because running makes you thin.

-exercising in the early morning,
because every minute counts.

-constantly fidgeting, 
because moving burns calories.

-counting calories like a pro,
 because everything has to be exact.

-organizing everything,
 because it calms you down.
EDNOS is:
 horrible.

-pulling your head out of the toilet,
with tears running down your face and puke all over.

-fake smiling at everyone,
 because no one would believe you if you were honest.

-your mind spinning 100miles/hour,
 because demons control your thoughts.

-comparing yourself to everyone you see,
 because you’re too fat to be a part of society.

-wanting to die every second, 
because you’re not perfect.
EDNOS is:
 me.

for  a quick jot
it’s in  there somewhere
fumble under
my last vacation’s
embroidered coin purse
bunched up nose  tissues
pink lip liner
yesterday’s crumpled
grocery receipts
a neon yellow memory
  falls out  of my hand
and screams ****** ******
in the middle
of  a quiet  hallway.

Dear society,

I have no "thigh gap"
nor any desire to wear makeup,
but I am still as beautiful
as the cover model on the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

Make sure to include me in the next issue.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

The taste of regret
Fills my mouth
As your name and face
Pop into my head

Because I don't know why
I ever thought
You could be different
Or you could be
Good for me.

-e.w.

warm fingers
tracing
the constellations
across my skin

hesitation
hangs in the space
between us

i stop
the words
from falling
while you stop
your hands
from pinning
my wrists above me

The child was seen
Sitting on a grave
With fingers writing

Father
Who cares for the dead
Who hears the voice you have left

Spring is in our garden
But blood is at the door

Father
They would join you soon
And then thousands

Spring will knock again
Alas! They will be absent

we are universe unto are
self's for we are made of
the stars, we are atoms,
molecules each orbiting
different things.

When we collide we create
another a new universe
is born from the star dust
of both and through time
it will grow.

Are universe ages, super nova's
explode as parts of the universal
body shuts down. Like all things a
universe too must come to an
end.

But a new one carries on, part
of the old universe does live on,
but now it has past on. all its suns
now dead extinguished, but remembered
not forgotten as each will be reborn
in the next generation of new star
dust and suns.

The mind is a terrible thing
to waste & I don't
as fluid thoughts of you
drip constantly,
come upon me
like a tidal wave,
they ebb,
then flow again
with you gripping
my melting heart,
not a single moment
is wasted.
Trust me Darling,
it's true.