Status: trigger warning - please do not read this if you had/have an eating disorder. {updates: sporadic}
Myopia
001.
There was always this feeling of suffocation that was trapped inside my throat. As if something was feeding on my body – alive, and hungry, and wanting more and more. Some days, it hurt – and it hurt bad. So bad that my insides felt like they were caving in and collapsing.
And other days.
Other days,
It didn’t hurt at all. The twisting of my throat, and the burning of my lungs, and the emptiness of my stomach. Gone. Vanished. It was as if all the darkness in the world had slipped into my body and settled down, manifesting my bones, and my teeth, and all the other licks of my body. And everything was dark – so dark, that it wasn't dark at all.
And the days where I’d fall into this darkness, were some of the lightest days of my life.
And other days.
Other days,
It didn’t hurt at all. The twisting of my throat, and the burning of my lungs, and the emptiness of my stomach. Gone. Vanished. It was as if all the darkness in the world had slipped into my body and settled down, manifesting my bones, and my teeth, and all the other licks of my body. And everything was dark – so dark, that it wasn't dark at all.
And the days where I’d fall into this darkness, were some of the lightest days of my life.
♠ ♠ ♠
and so it begins.