Eat

I find myself in front of the mirror again, a week after my last visit.
Spinal cord, poking out like boulders.
Knees, so bony you can see every dip.
Hipbones, barely connecting to body, and the skin makes a giant cave as it struggles to keep the body together.
Collarbone, razor sharp.
Rib cage, the largest thing about me, and they look like bat wings as the skin makes deep swoops between each one.
Cheekbones, so gaunt, my face looks like a Halloween mask.
Hollow eyes that only add to the effect.
Too easy to imagine that you can see my heart beating through the skin.
I find myself kneeling to the porcelain king for the second time today.
Not even stomach acid this time.
I sob.
‘‘I . N E E D . H E L P.’’