What would your 7 year old self say if
she saw you politely refusing your
favorite flavor of ice-cream
( Mint-chocolate chip goes best with
warm summer nights)
What would she think if she knew you drank
coffee black?
(You used to tell your mother that
it tasted like gasoline)
You skipped breakfast
(Your dad made pancakes every
Sunday morning)
Ran until your lungs couldn't
take oxygen fast enough
(No one is chasing you anymore)
Counting ever calorie
(You never liked math)
What would she say if she saw you hating yourself?

my brain is a beehive.
always buzzing.
dripping with the honey of my thoughts.

Hi
I would introduce myself
but
I've been in here
for so long
that...
I forgot my name.
I don't exactly know
where I am...
It's a vacant space
a room
perhaps.
with white walls
white ceiling
white floor.
But it's odd.
I can't seem to spot any corners
or boundaries
I'm just here
maybe in some kind of dream
but I feel awake.
I'm numb
but I feel pain somehow
It's all just
one
big
blur.
All I can do here
is let my hazy thoughts consume me
day by day
Till I fade away
along with these undefined
Yet so defined lengths.