she adored the birds outside for their soft fringed plumes
feathers light with their slender pride
opening her eyes to bathrooms
she treasured the library books
turning each delicate and thin page
intrigued by how it looks

The bathroom mirror showcasing her ribcage
she cherished the needle the doctor held
the point so fine, so petite
she had almost felt compelled
that she was not allowed to eat

She pushes her stomach in
sitting feebly on the floor
with the desire to be thin
“i don’t think i’m hungry anymore”

As fine as nylon thread
her skin helplessly clings to her bones
she feels the dread of now
moving onto finer things

Her mirror broken
shattered into pieces
as she stood in the shower
the pain it releases
that the scale had finally lost its power