My hands are shaking, I'm cold
The voices in my head sound hollow

I'm not eating enough
And I know that's not good but...

I like being able to trace my skeleton under its thin blanket of skin
I like the solidity of my bones
I practice naming them, true ribs, clavicle
The little gnaw in my stomach reminding me I'm alive

I just pray I won't go too far because
I've as of yet never been able to pull myself back from falling onto my next step,
Stumbling further into the dark