"Don't make me, please. What have I done to you?"
The whispers pester me until I must take my gaze
off of the girl, and move elsewhere.
But her voice is yarn fidgeting in all corners
and it always hangs upon me.
I roam the muggy hallways with their mustard-
colored carpet, is this supposed to be comforting?
This is nothing like home.
No one should even try to pretend.
As I pace, her frail voice draws back to me,
and I can't let go of it- a tattoo permanently
watching me from the places I can't
reach.
"I won't do it. I. Will Not. Eat."
This time, there is no please. She knows
there will be no other way...
"It won't fill me. It won't fill me. It won't fill me.
I already feel full with just one bite,
I'm sinking lower, I'd rather drown in what
I drink than have to eat a morsel."
I shake my head, rocks sitting inside my
stomach, unsure what I can possibly say.
This girl of green tea leaves and thin skin
does not have another month.
But I must do something, otherwise
her heart will be drowning but her soul
will die desolate
and she,
will not be able to fill herself.
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Written 6/20/13 @ 9:04 pm
Fictional. Just something on my mind.
