10/26/2010

"Bones of a Past Life"

We are
starving souls
proud of our bones.
Perfection is measured
in inches and pounds.
Nobody understands why we choose to be drowned
in our solitude and sorrow. . .
Anger, Defeat,
O. C. P.
Ana is our only friend.
She tells us that we must be thin.
Resembling the face of sin,
she tells us we can always win.
She says the secret to success,
-Eternal Happiness-
is counting, pinching, passing out.
Hiding from the world,
we are skeletal, suffering girls.

10/13/2009

Dip your toes into the sand
only to put your full weight down--
only to find you're sinking and
only you can help yourself now.
Reach your hands into the air
only to bring finger tips to oxygen--
only to realize no one else is there
and to find yourself sinking deeply again.
The sun has found the back of your neck
as you're knee deep in this mess. . .
Your arrogance has left you
a wreck
as you fade to
nothingness.