Dark circles around her eyes,
blue nail beds,
and a battered esophagus.
She approaches the front desk.
Oh, this is the girl
that needs the special vitals.
Shame.
Lay down.
Stand up.
I wonder whats wrong with her?
Lay down.
Stand up.
I wonder what broke her?
She steps on the scale
to find out if she’s in trouble
or not.
She wants to be in trouble
this gives her a feeling of control.
Sit down in the chair.
Confess.
Go home.
Restrict.
Lay down.