Her spine pokes through her sweater,

Descending petals of her sinking mind;

Down, down, still falling down.

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Her collar bones are sharp and defined,

As she tries to hide her fading flesh.

Disappearing, disappearing, still disappearing.

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Her wrists smaller than your eyes can believe,

How does it work; so small and fragile?

Tiny, tiny, still tiny.

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Her shoulder blades stick out like wings,

They’ll carry her away into a winter world of white and grey.

Help, help, please save me.

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With thighs as thin as her wrists, kneecaps jutting,

How can they support such a delicate frame?

Running, running, still running.

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Summer brings sweaters, winter brings pain;

How does she live? Deteriorating in front of our eyes.

Breaking, breaking, still breaking.

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She wasn’t in class today and her friends are worried.

I doubt they knew what was happening, but I had a vivid understanding.

Fading, fading, still slowly fading.

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Maybe I’ll be even stronger, thinner even;

I’ll drop dangerously low, and I’ll finally be beautiful too.

Disordered, dying, dead.