Bones,
By Jessy Iris.
She walks on a wave of wind
And leaves charm in every step
But behind her perfect curtain
A remote secrets barely kept
Dying to fit a twisted mold
Eating calories she won't keep
She has no hands left to fold
A special brand of weak
Praises foster a porcelain prison
Drunk in a symphony of bones
An audacious madness has arisen
Sinking faster than a stone
Rare to see beyond a lipstick smile
She's still breathing, but has been dead awhile.
AnaMia,
By Jessy Iris.
She wakes up to the noise of her stomach begging, she smiles, the emptiness makes her feel beautiful. Her fingers stroke from her rib cage down to her hips, music to the touch, an orchestra made of bones. She gets out of bed and catches her reflection in the mirror, is she bigger than she was yesterday? Rushing down the stairs her heart beat rapidly increases, it feels like days have passed by the time she steps on the scale. She bites her lip as her weight is calculated, expecting the worst, she's down another two pounds, a wave of relief washes over her, she's allowed to eat today. She puts on her clothes, paints a happy girl on her face with makeup, and brushes her hair, ignoring the increased amount of it left behind in the brush. Throughout the day she sips on coffee and diet drinks, she's a diet coke head. Her head feels funny by the middle of the day, and when she stands up her vision turns to black, this is her sign that it's time to eat. Every bite scars her self esteem, she knows it shows, so she forces herself to keep eating, until she sees the suspicion leave her friend's eyes. At the end of her performance she thinks of an excuse to get to the bathroom, to get to her pretty prison. She sticks her perfectly polished finger down her throat until the sin in her stomach is entirely in the toilet, she's learned to stop when her throat starts to burn, when there's nothing left but stomach acid she can rest. Tears run down her cheeks, her breaths become shallow and she sinks into the bathroom tiles, she's not dead, but she sure feels like it. She no longer craves food, only beauty, just perfection.
