Explore anorexia

Maybe I should have questioned why your teeth always chattered like fingers clicking on a typewriter, and why your fingernails looked as though faint, blue ink had bled through but who questions anything but hair, makeup, and boys at the age of sixteen and maybe I should have noticed the lunches you spent doing homework, or listening to music, as you gave away your lunch, because you said you were not hungry- and I silently thought more for me and maybe I should have wondered why you walked through the hallways with pockets of graphite under your eyes, as your knees knocked together like keys on a lanyard: clink clink clank and maybe t

Chapter 1 - Allow a slip of the tongue now and then when nobody's looking, snatch the truth back up and bury it in your pocket to tumble crumpled into a collection of inky snowflakes in the wash. Find them again and feel bitter that no one saw their truth. Cut your heart into breadcrumbs, spread out for wild animals and left-over the earth, part of you hoping someone will follow. Try not to care when they scatter it to the birds. Hide behind braids of flowers in the garden back, listen with breath baited for hurried footsteps and searching hands - a solo game of Marco Polo. Miss a beautiful afternoon whispering "I'm here" choosing to