Bad Poetry Friday

Own Little World c 1994

In her own little world

she is safe and secure

Nothing bad could ever hurt her

She dreams and thinks and lives in her mind

Memories and laughter

forever after entwine


She doesn’t eat or sleep or [lay

and doesn’t see that her body is wasting away

Until she can’t move from her bed

so she lives the last few hours in her head



An early anorexia poem, though the majority won’t get written until 1997 and 1998

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