The Perfect Crime

 Bring me down from this high

Find me peace to sleep tonight

Stop my head and all its rushing

In and out- not worth discussing

Mute the lights and dim the sound

God help me for the coming down

Throat is screaming, stomach numb

I'm breaking down just to become

Sharp colors behind heavy eyes:

Perfection by the perfect crime

Zombie

Nothing feels as liberating as self-purification.

We walk like zombies with stamps on our foreheads: "Owned". And we don't realize it, but we accept it. I may be the millionth girl to look in the mirror today and say I hate my body. But that's the world we live in.

Monstrosities wade knee-deep through the filth that floods my mind.

I entertain them for a moment, then open up my eyes.

Staring at me is my own reflection, made eerie in the water-

Worse than it was in my memory; an image I must slaughter.

Three fingers find the courage to lead this monster away

And as she leaves, the image in the water starts to sway.

Long minutes take their time and I wipe my image clean.

Surely the woman I'm seeing now can not be me.

Tears astray,

I fall from grace:

With open arms I'm welcomed back into this empty place.

Never good,

Never right,

I must pay for every calorie before I sleep tonight.

Oh, Sweet Misery

Clothes shopping yesterday.

Shrink appointment tomorrow.

Not so hot on the eating. I need some serious thinspiration.

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Blair

Pills..

Hoodia diet pills..

We'll see I guess.

Anything is worth trying.