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Anorexia

She is made of numbers.
Not muscle
or bone
or god forbidding, fat.
She is only numbers
upon the scale,
tracing her arms,
her belly,
her thighs;
always shrinking
numbers going down,
but never quickly enough
for her to fully disappear
as she wishes.
Written by aroseandherthorns
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