catacIysm

I lock myself in my own gilded cage. The bars a shiny stainless steel. Thousands of words, expressions, and bouts of s i l e n ce crafted into this invincible trap I hold the key, but I won't to use it. I wither and waste away, yet I still refuse I will not lose. I lie in this cage because someone told me I shouldn't.

and we were two lonely orphans desperate for love friends i dreamed i believed   you knew me inside and out one day they took you away you didn’t look back even once i waved and screamed and chased but i was i n visible i no longer existed and i understand once we find a diamond, why keep broken bits of sand? i am still waiting for a family of my own

I count my ribs, one by one. The perfect xylophone, it seems. I tap out the wedding march, dun, dun, dundun. My face as white as my gown, my spine popping out. My groom, handsome as ever, dressed in black. He holds out the ring, and I whisper I do. He owns me. There is cake at the reception, a buffet line. But he forbids eating them, and I listen. I am weak. We are Mr. And Mrs. Anorexia Nervosa.