“I speak, anorexia”, poem for the day against eating disorders

by time news

Illustration by Martina Paolino

It doesn’t take me
hardly anyone seriously,
but then when I go wild
the girls I tie them all to me
for very long periods.
Call them years, months,
hellish days.
I stay true to women’s bodies,
sometimes, to those of men.
They depend on me,
are suspended in my hands,
I chained myself to their thoughts
that I blacken
of food, of abstinence,
what ferocity …
And what giant parties
if I learn about bulimia,
and what deafening abstinences
if it’s just me
anorexia.

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