To ana,
I want to hang pictures from your collarbones
To climb up your ribs like a ladder
To catch your hair as it falls
Down...
And down…
And down...
The rabbit hole your mind goes

Because each bite of food
Is an act of betrayal
Pushing you further and further
From your goal weight
Even though you know
Your goal weight will never be enough
You want to lose so much
That there will be nothing left to lose except
Your friends
Your family
You