Gemma

A Letter Unsent

Dear mum, 

I swear I'm not crazy. 

Just hollow.

Crazed for hunger. 

Crazed for perfection.

I'm sorry mum if I ever hurt you.

If it ever hurt to look at me 

Pale face and hollow cheeks.

Eating less and losing more. 

Yet you never suspected 

Since I had no scars to show it. 

I'm so sorry mummy. 

But I'm happier. 

I'm calories

weight

sweat 

tears.

Falling

Sinking

Drowning. 

Comments1

  • dusk arising

    Those letters we write but dare not send are the bleeding of our true selves.
    Thank you for sharing.



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