poem by a recovering anorexic

Warning:

contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny

you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know
what you’re thinking?
i can see it in your eyes
burrowing
tracing the outlines
of my (bones) fat
wondering
if I could wrap my hands
around my arm
and if i can't
then i might take
Every Pill
That Was
Ever
Made.