I'm in the underbelly of recovery
Mutating with
Every changed thought
My curves hugging my dress to I'm splurging out
Hot, heavy, popping
Dissipating spine yet feeling divinity
It's too vast but I want to do stuff
I don't want to faint
***** in a limo
Be asked if I want to sit down by a man who wouldn't give a **** if he saw me now
I like to think of myself as a vampire; To enjoy blood not from my own oesophagus
And maybe I do have a higher chance of immortality,
At least when it comes to dispossessing Anorexia of its liquidation.
It still winds round me like a time bomb and always will.
I thank god it's stagnant.