sickness

I have happy dreams of rainbows and anorexics, voodoo dolls and diet pills. Then I have nightmares of preps in pink and anorexics, Barbie dolls and tweaks. When I wake up, I see a fat girl surrounded by happy cheerful get well cards, and anorexics and IV drips. A wanna be skinny trapped in a fat girls body. Locked in a sick girls hospital. I reach out for anything sharp, but the only sharp thing I feel is the is the pain in my heart when I see my friend’s sharp shoulder blades protruding. Everything else is dull. The pain in my stomach, my drowsy thoughts, the voices all around me. I struggle to get out of bed, then cover all the mirrors in my view. I don’t want to see that fat girl again. I take a few more sleeping pills, then go back to sleep and dream of rainbows and anorexics, voodoo dolls and diet pills