• anastasiapoems 6w

    I stood in front of my reflection and grasped

    The sharpest knife I could find among it's

    Dull and grey competition . My hands shook

    Violently, the blade licking the fat that

    Clung to my body and refused to let go. The

    Urge to slice was greater than my fear of

    The blood and bone underneath the


    Mass weighing me down.