The stigmatized walls smell too clean
Wandering half alive girls with haunted sunk in eyes
There is something sinister, unspoken, hanging from the high ceilings
A collective wish to die binds these girls together
Starvation, permanent pajama's, a denial of existing
Life becomes a twisted game of avoiding meals
I sit in the ward with you, numb, fighting this grief, this horror
I drive home with mom
And curl up in my room
Willing this nightmare away, thinking of childhood
Running through the sprinkler
Chasing ducks on the farm
When you were my understandable sister
Not this ghost victim of disappearing.
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