Anorexic

a sad woman sitting
As if in a slumber
I live through tales
unspoken
only felt to the bone of excitement
 
As if the truth was there all along
 
I am vanished, yet
in another world
of strange faces I cannot trust
to the least, unconscious
I cannot breathe
I shall bear no more
 
As I slip through ages of wandering
it seems the essence left me
but with a Stone
 
             cold and rough as it is;
             the burden to endure another day
 
An unexplained acquaintance,
another enigma for years
to come, as I yearn
no longer wishing
any familiar face, burned deep
 
And the vortex seals my fate
 
This one black circle
spinning on my chest
on this body
 
made of sketch
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7 thoughts on “Anorexic

  1. Vow, what a dark trail of thoughts: lonliness and despair with hints of fury

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      1. You’re most welcome 🙂

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