they are not monsters,
because they feel like love.
if these were monsters,
how do they make such pretty girls? pretty girls.
skinny girls.
girls so beautiful that their
hands can wrap around their thighs.
they seem so fragile.
like a piece of modern art,
beautiful—yet fragile.
their pretty girls look like
everything worth living for.
like vodka,
and Diet Coke,
and all I've eaten in the last week
is a power bar and my fingernails. you must trust that these
not-monsters can make
you beautiful, too.
you learn to joke about
how you don't eat lunch anymore, or instead you chug 13
bottles of water a day just to avoid the sound of your stomach.
these not-monsters will
teach you things.
like how to lie and say
"I've already eaten",
and where the best hiding places
are in high school
so you can avoid
your friends' questions.
you'll learn to memorise
the amount of calories
in your toothpaste and
you'll learn to love the
constant clicking of the calculator
in your head.
these not-monsters
will become your friends
when you decline birthday parties and celebrations, so you
won't be tempted.
these not-monsters will go
grocery shopping with you
to make sure you only walk out
with diet foods and water bottles. these not-monsters will
make sure your Christmas will be spent fantasising about
burying your dissolving teeth
into your knuckles until
you don't have a stomach anymore.
and when you're body
is so weak that it crumbles,
roses will grow.
an entire garden will force it's
way out from your empty stomach
and you'll choke but you'll be happy.
because you're not eating.
don't you wish to have control.
don't you wish to be smaller.
don't you wish your mom would cry because she doesn't understand
why you do this,
you don't understand
why you do this.
pretty girls.
skinny girls.
dying girls.
dead girls,
but pretty girls.
it's a beautiful thing to be
made of glass,
the garden was worth it.
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