The diet

by pain is me   May 25, 2006


What passed her lips? air, water. she was anorexia's true daughter, a slip of a girl, a shadow, dwindling away. one day, the width of a stick, she started to grow smaller- child-sized, doll-sized, the height of a thimble. she sat at her open window and the wind blew her away.

by carol Ann Duffy
(not me)

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