Blankly, fish-eyed
staring down the weighing scale
again the weight of her own
body pulled her under
to the cycled drug abuse
but since the pills begin to choke
gagging where once slipped through
melting her esophagus
**** and filled
****** scars scratched
live upon her bare bone arms
scorching the past upon her limbs
so far from what she wished was  truth
Words, no longer will define her
for she has none she will ever call her own
only allowed to listen she endures
those flatulent and birding calls
fat is what she felt
anorexic is what she was
lips, chapped and dripping blood
from the biting need to learn to speak
with the human carnage she's begun to carve
in an attempt to shed the excess poundage
mirrored with each slice growing thicker
aroma's filled of steamed internal fluids
hacking away until her mouth is the only piece left
Has she begun to be thin enough yet?