Monday, February 16, 2009

ED

Anorexia
A word like a razor that runs across my stomach
Slices into the smooth unbroken flesh
And lets the pain from the inside, out

You try to make it better
You put your hand over this flaw in my logic
Let the searing blood seep in between your fingers and down your arm
A silky river of trust and betrayal

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