My mind
Was a blur
A soft fog
Over all the
Moments
That could
Cut like glass
And now with
Each meal comes
The lifting and it
Is getting so clear
Marine blue
Her eyes
Pink gloss
Her lips
And her words
What she spoke
Before she went
And how I could
Not find any more
Meaning
Locked in my room
Weeping
Words leaving full plates
I couldn't bear
To touch
And now I am
Drowning in the knowing
Yearning for the fog of
Empty
The soft sable blur of a body
Which could be anyone's
Reflected in infamy
In a rectangle box
I was expected to
Pray over
When belief was
Never my strong suit
I remembered
Instead
We
Hung from a tree
Whispered secret wishes
Her laughter as we tied
Slips of paper
To the branches
Then we lit
A candle and said
The charm she'd written
Performing a small act
Of sister magic
I remembered her
Running and laughing
And I wanted to
Crawl in by her side
Where she goes
The magic
Follows
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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...
