At 18
I weighed
98 pounds
I threw up
My
Food
Every chance
I had
I fought
And
Clawed
My therapist
Telling her
There was
Nothing
Wrong with me
Nothing
Brushing my hair
Caused it to
Fall out
In clumps
The size
Of
My
Palm
My
Mom
Didn’t notice
My skull in my face
Or my
Ribs
In my
Chest
She didn’t see
The muscles
Wrapped around
My
Bones or the skin
Clinging so
Closely
You could
See the
Sick
Outline
Of
Death
No one saw
It
Not even
Me
I knew there was
Nothing wrong with
Me
But I didn’t realize
That
Nothing
Was
everything
About the Creator
Allison Jones
My name is Mary Allison Jones and I'm currently a Junior Writing major at West Virginia Wesleyan College in Buckhannon, WV. My track is poetry, and I'm a poet by trade. I also dabble in short fiction. I live with my fiance and our two cats.
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