Suspicion enveloped as she stepped in;

Her face was too red and her body too thin.

Like sharp shards of glass sticking out of the floor

Her body so fragile and small in the door.

Suspected of starving and purging herself,

Destroying her body as well as her health.

You try to enquire about when she last ate

And the vague look of panic tells you you’re too late.

The beast that’s inside her has taken its hold;

Her body is fighting unbearable cold.

The ice from the inside is visibly there

As she wraps up in layers, a blank hidden stare.

As you interrogate, you cannot see

That the beast loved and hated protected me.

From unbearable feelings and thoughts of an end.

No way of expressing that I could not bend.

If bent I’d have broken and horribly so;

You could not see it and you could not know.

Starvation and purging protected my life;

From the dangers outside and from thoughts of that knife.

Your suspicion was valid; no way could I eat

Without terrible feelings that no one could meet.

So I starved and I dwindled almost to dust;

My body decaying and starting too rust.

Yet now I stand tall surviving it all,

Anorexia’s voice now a long distance call.

I am not happy yet I’m still alive,

Waiting for happiness yet too arrive.