Why do I feel

Such miserable guilt

In my stomach

And heart

For eating

A morsel the night before

I shed tears silently

Watching them fall

Like a waterfall

Cascades of salty

Droplets

One after another

I punish myself

With no food

Or drink

For the rest of the day

Skinnier, thinner

Anorexia nags.

Weighing myself

Has become a 

Frequent routine

Every day

Any day

On the blinding white scales

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