The first thought I
encountered was ,
this poor girl
does not eat.
As our friendship
developed into
more than
I ever imagined
it would
I discovered she
did indeed eat.
When I
say eat
I mean more like
demolished all
that
was presented
before her.
Her sometimes
sickly appearance
was caused
by the problems
she kept hidden
behind a
locked bathroom
door.
It seemed the
porcelain hollow
had an appetite
for her insides.
Like a devoted
worshiper
to its Pagan God
she gave up her
offerings after
completing
each and
every meal or
even a snack.
Her sickness
clouded
her image
of herself.
I told her
she was
beautiful.
She called me
a liar and told
me to never
come back.
So I
did'nt.
There's only so
much you can do
for the sick until
they themselves
are prepared to
fight.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
The first thought I
encountered was ,
this poor girl
does not eat.
As our friendship
developed into
more than
I ever imagined
it would
I discovered she
did indeed eat.
When I
say eat
I mean more like
demolished all
that
was presented
before her.
Her sometimes
sickly appearance
was caused
by the problems
she kept hidden
behind a
locked bathroom
door.
It seemed the
porcelain hollow
had an appetite
for her insides.
Like a devoted
worshiper
to its Pagan God
she gave up her
offerings after
completing
each and
every meal or
even a snack.
Her sickness
clouded
her image
of herself.
I told her
she was
beautiful.
She called me
a liar and told
me to never
come back.
So I
did'nt.
There's only so
much you can do
for the sick until
they themselves
are prepared to
fight.
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