Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
I've never really thought of Anorexia as a person
I think of it as black paint that slowly paints your body
starting from your head
all the way to your toes
Once it's reached the bottom you're already gone.

The black paint is at my ankles.
and corrupting my muscles
Cassidy Jackson
Written by
Cassidy Jackson  19/F/NC
(19/F/NC)   
517
     lynn, bryn, Cassidy Jackson and m i a
Please log in to view and add comments on poems