sometimes,

i close my eyes

and dream of a world

different from ours,

a world

where things feel less broken,

a world

When did skipping meals become a right of passage? 

A secret society of sickness so many seek to squeeze into, 

But really, not squeeze, rather slip.

i still hold you in my heart, 

where it's safe, 

and you have your place, 

but every once and a while, 

i feel you come out,