Bulimics Make AnorexicsMature

The dirt is pretty compared to what you’ve seen

A bruised cheek

A bitten arm

A bloody body

Death only waits for you know

Laughing at your every step

Waiting, like a black cloaked raven to feed off your gangrene skin

Bones; crushed so small it looks like diamonds

Glittering the Earth in a soft light

Something so ugly, yet so beautiful

Gorge yourself in culinary delights

Feast.

Kill.

Lie.

The End

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