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S M
Poems
Aug 2016
grain by grain
Eat.
A punishment to the waist.
Reflections manipulate,
to edit what is mine.
Stripped out another me,
I'm sure I ate,
the biggest grain I could find.
Pray.
That I will not expand.
If the grain touches water,
material triplicates,
Where will I land?
I'm sure I prayed,
myself I would not slaughter.
Sleep.
In tiny winks through night.
Sometimes I wake to rib-cage,
sharply inhale,
as deeply as I might.
I'm sure I slept,
On my self directed stage.
Speak.
Through thin bitten lips.
A voice growing weak,
mouth internally,
small organs it rips.
I'm sure I spoke,
my box though mild and meek.
There is no brighter light than that in which you let yourself follow.
#depression
#insomnia
#anorexia
#selfharm
#anorexic
#mentalhealth
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