THE VOICE NAMED ANA, by Jessica Holt

Out the window she stares
But she can feel the glares
The snares
That voice that does speak
That which makes her weak
Just a peek
In the mirror she sees
Something she wishes not to be
So terribly
Ugly is she so fat
The voice, she says that
Screamed at
The girl with tears on her face
Don’t just stand in your place
Time to retrace
On your arms those lines
On her floor she lie supine
Color of wine
The blood covers the floor
Back the razor goes into the drawer
No more
She gets a hold of herself
Just no meal the food for day twelve
Stays on the shelf
To herself she is so rough
She listens to the voice that does bluff
Never thin enough

~The Voice Named Ana, by Jessica Holt

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