Deleterious
Maybe it was the dull ache that submerged itself in her bones.
Maybe it was the abrasive thoughts that clawed at the back of her mind, their constant susurration keeping her awake and staring at her ceiling at four a.m.
Either way, it was a dangerous feeling of familiarity that settled heavily in her gut, and for a moment, she thought she was staring at her cenotaph once again.
//DontEatDontEatDontEat//
//CanYouFeelTheCaloriesSeepingIntoYourMeatSuit?//
//DoYouFeelAnyBetterAfterEatingThat?//
Day in, day out, it was the same noxious voices calling out to her. Like ghosts, haunting her till all she was was a ghost herself.
It wasn't long till she fell back into her deleterious routine, and found herself walking the thin line of being skinny//deathly/dangerously//thin once again.
Maybe it was the abrasive thoughts that clawed at the back of her mind, their constant susurration keeping her awake and staring at her ceiling at four a.m.
Either way, it was a dangerous feeling of familiarity that settled heavily in her gut, and for a moment, she thought she was staring at her cenotaph once again.
//DontEatDontEatDontEat//
//CanYouFeelTheCaloriesSeepingIntoYourMeatSuit?//
//DoYouFeelAnyBetterAfterEatingThat?//
Day in, day out, it was the same noxious voices calling out to her. Like ghosts, haunting her till all she was was a ghost herself.
It wasn't long till she fell back into her deleterious routine, and found herself walking the thin line of being skinny//deathly/dangerously//thin once again.