Bulimia’s hair is tangled
and screaming
like a six year old
who wont take no
for an answer

Lips coated in
sugar and shame
and teeth bleached by the
crawling stomach acid.

her body hides
behind hoodies
long sleeves, cardigans
sweats and
skinny jeans

she has been here
since the very beginning
held my hand as i
crossed the street
to the corner store
wiped the tears
from my cheeks

she stays by my side
a childhood friend
that never went away
with every calorie missed
every dinner I skipped
is a pat on the back
a job well done
that only caused
more pain to try
to diminish.