i promise i'll eat after i write this by echo-bloom, literature
Literature
i promise i'll eat after i write this
And it sizzled through me-
The sickness that used to churn my
insides, turn my joyrides
into a ghost town.
Bones rattled in the breeze and I saw
Numbers.
The numbers were back and they were
Standing so tall and so proud
And I heard whispers about
Collarbones and hollow stomachs and
dead things and I slipped back into
The decay.
I took the pressed flowers i keep
hidden in old poetry books and
chewed quietly on the
death
in them.
The petals crumbled to ash
on my tongue and I found it no wonder
food made me feel so sick.
Panic lashed through me at the
sameness
of it all and how it feels just like
it used to exactly the same as it
used to b
