Friday 3:15
Family therapy
I've dreaded this
Moment more than
The others how I'll
Be asked to explain
Why when whys have
Spun out in a web of
Reasons so far away
From me. I've
Descended from my
Willow trees, forced
To bare arms, forced
To stay when I yearn
To run but when they
Come it is
Their silence that drags
Me down. Did I miss
Something? My parents
Look older and shrunken
And when they speak it
Is from paper skin mouths
That disguise the words
I know they truly mean
Beneath the pleasantries
I can hear them wishing
For Bethany.
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The Weightless One
Teen FictionEvery bit of food I eat Is turning into more thoughts And what do I do with the thoughts I am too afraid to say? After a party changed everything, Miranda loses her appetite. She is placed in an eating disorder treatment program, where she must be b...
