Naked on your bathroom floor,
Unconscious due to malnutrition:
This is how you see yourself
In an idealistic vision.
With a figure so concave,
It's obvious that you haven't eaten in days
Or weeks or nights or something like that.
But you know this isn't you,
It's just what you want to be,
But you're too busy being a consumer
To live out this morbid fantasy.
You're looking so much like a tramp
In those size zero designer pants.
Your lack of purity won't let them fit.
So you called up your friend Jenny,
and you paid her lots of money.
She taught you to be like Ana,
And simultaneously a glutton.
But you hated it and called up the head hauncho, Ed.
He cursed to the shiny, porcelain toilet bowl of death,
And literally, you were choked up.
The acidic exposure tore your throat up,
And it put a hole in your stomach,
Only slightly bigger than the one in your heart.
Your frailty stopped you before you could even start.
Your teeth turned black and fell out,
You went through an epidermal drought,
And supernal beauty was all that you wanted.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
EDNOS
Posted by Amanda at 2:51 PM
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