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Wisp Jul 2014
I dropped more today.
From the gelatinous 180 last August
To my blubbery 156
I thought this would go faster.
She told me it would.

Emily is like this corpse, you see…
How they’re always on your mind, haunting.
Her ***** stained face, flashes, like a memory
“This is where you’ll end up. Just ******* wait.”

I’m not scared. I promise.
But I don’t trust her pretty.
Not completely.



UPDATE:

I tried to ignore the urge to throw up.
But now that I gained all of my weight back,
I'm throwing caution to the wind,
going to college and
starving this fat away.

I pledge 177 to plunge to 140 by Thanksgiving.
Wisp Jul 2014
“Do it
Do it
Do it.”, the shadows say.
So bright
Yet eerie
Palms sweaty
Heart crashing
Leg shavers are my enemy
1
2
3
5
7
13
Handmade vents of pain
Sweet Release
Clean up the mess
Memory lost
Go to bed.
“Wake up.
Wake up.”
Is it time to start again?

— The End —