there is another anorexic girl in my school.
i watched her do her runs, and float around the campus
a silent presence of thin.

it was oddly transfixing somehow,
the way she held her body together,
when she was so obviously on the edge
of breaking down.

the way her bones clattered their silent clatter
and how she made it through the day.

there is something terrifying when you see another anorexic
on the verge of collapse.
because somewhere, deep down inside your mind
is a little niggling voice not yet entirely drowned out,
by the cry of your heart;

she's dying! someone do something.
stop her before it kills her.
someone help her.
stop it. that whispers,
this could be you,

she is going to die.

somewhere in between, it becomes almost somewhat voyeuristic.
a show, to see, just how much further she can go, how much thinner she can get,
before she gives out.

and still, it whispers, that voice in your head,
that could be you. PIG!
if only you were thinner.


**i think she's turned bulimic, or is just wavering, on hold.
i see her on her multiple toilet trips, lugging her bottle, stone faced.

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