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i am not a small, needy 
sepulture
waiting to be filled
i have all the bodies i need
here,

i am self-contained,
folding in on myself
realizing my chest is no home
for a heart because
i am a timepiece without a 
tick, the choir girl
who never sings,
proof you can fold paper
more than seven times

i am sitting here, 
fingers in my mouth, counting
all my chances, chips,
nights i have woken from 
dreams of pulling my teeth
from my gums;
weighing out the difference 
between
one more time and 
one last time 

i still smell like death, 
dirty bathrooms, 
nothing anyone would want to hold
i am not your little angel-girl
your butterfly baby,
i have purged myself of that,
purged until i am raw, 
new in loss, in death, 
i've peeled myself away
like the flesh of an apple, 
in one neat coil on the bedroom floor

i am closing in on myself
like a sigh,
like the wave kisses the shore
before it swallows it whole
and my little heart 
is beating so loud,
for a body too big, 
so big all its efforts
are echos, now
lacuna
i'm going to try and write more. going to try and let it out. this is ugly and flawed and incomplete but i am, too

i'm ruining my life again and i don't know why i started and i don't know how to stop but this, rather than purging lunch, was a start
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saturday marked two years self-harm free for me. 

somehow, the anniversaries are almost worse than any regular day. i feel some pride, but i'm also bombarded with memories of what it felt like. with how much i miss it. every time i touch a razor, a knife, a floral designer's blade at work i feel it itching under my skin. i feel like it will never go away, sometimes. i feel this insatiable need to hurt almost constantly, nagging me. 

today i took a scale into the changing room of a local department store, ripped it open, assembled it, and weighed myself. i am a number i have not seen in five years. a gray area that used to mean enough. that, years ago, used to mean i could stop. i have had double-beat-pause palpitations for the past week and a half nearly every day, if not twice a day. i am purging. i asked again, sober this time, no brandy on my breath, if it counts if i don't use my hands. and my boy simply held me and cried, begging me not to do it again. not to leave him. not to lose. 

i feel like i am losing. my father asked me to see a nutritionist, and after i laughed at the notion, to go back to outpatient therapy. i have all the options in the world now. i could fill a shopping cart with razor blades and bury them in every inch of my flesh. i could go back, buy that scale, and begin counting down, stop trying to work my way up. i could go to the hospital and beg them, twenty-five pounds from my lowest or not, to feed my brain and save my heart. 

but regardless of the now, the past seems so much more present. i keep thinking of numbers i cannot touch, places i cannot dare to let my fingers reach. i feel too big, like i'm trying on the wrong size clothing. my heart rattles around in this body, with too much empty space for it to fill. 

i'm trying to hold on. to own this. this is my accomplishment and regardless of my other failures, i have this. i never thought it would. if my heart were in this, i know i could have more. could be more. i want to be more but at the same time, i feel so small inside of myself. i can't seem to grow. 
she's alive, and so am i.

after one month in icu and another in rehab, my grandmother has been home one month as of the thirteenth. she's officially branded a medical marvel, bionic woman, subject of multiple senior theses. i, everyone, had honestly thought it was over. and now she is with me, planning next year's garden, adopting two four week old kittens, making blackberry honey cheesecake. everything is so normal it seems almost surreal. less than two months ago i was screaming my frustrations so loudly in the backyard the police were searching the woods. now, its all still in there, sediment and shit, and even though i know i should feel safe again, i don't.

i made a lot of mistakes in the time she was gone. i've done things i swore i never would again, unearthed parts of me i thought i'd never see again. i've lied too much. especially to myself.

you are not the granddaughter i left two months ago

its okay now; i'm home, you're home. you can eat now

if you have to go back to princeton i cannot and will not visit you. i've had enough to do with hospitals. i though you had, too

my father and grandmother made me promise to make doctor appointments tomorrow. i cannot stop getting sick. bending over opened something i had never intended to. i swore if my hands never touched my lips, it wouldn't hurt me. wouldn't count. would only be once. i'm the worst liar. 

i want it all so badly. the scale sitting in the tab next to this, the laxatives in the drawer downstairs, the razors in the bathroom. the car i'm about to buy, next semester's classes, this future, this person i'm trying to create. and i have to choose. soon.

 

there are words inside me and i can't get them out. i'd write them if i could, i'm sorry. 
saturday marked two years self-harm free for me. 

somehow, the anniversaries are almost worse than any regular day. i feel some pride, but i'm also bombarded with memories of what it felt like. with how much i miss it. every time i touch a razor, a knife, a floral designer's blade at work i feel it itching under my skin. i feel like it will never go away, sometimes. i feel this insatiable need to hurt almost constantly, nagging me. 

today i took a scale into the changing room of a local department store, ripped it open, assembled it, and weighed myself. i am a number i have not seen in five years. a gray area that used to mean enough. that, years ago, used to mean i could stop. i have had double-beat-pause palpitations for the past week and a half nearly every day, if not twice a day. i am purging. i asked again, sober this time, no brandy on my breath, if it counts if i don't use my hands. and my boy simply held me and cried, begging me not to do it again. not to leave him. not to lose. 

i feel like i am losing. my father asked me to see a nutritionist, and after i laughed at the notion, to go back to outpatient therapy. i have all the options in the world now. i could fill a shopping cart with razor blades and bury them in every inch of my flesh. i could go back, buy that scale, and begin counting down, stop trying to work my way up. i could go to the hospital and beg them, twenty-five pounds from my lowest or not, to feed my brain and save my heart. 

but regardless of the now, the past seems so much more present. i keep thinking of numbers i cannot touch, places i cannot dare to let my fingers reach. i feel too big, like i'm trying on the wrong size clothing. my heart rattles around in this body, with too much empty space for it to fill. 

i'm trying to hold on. to own this. this is my accomplishment and regardless of my other failures, i have this. i never thought it would. if my heart were in this, i know i could have more. could be more. i want to be more but at the same time, i feel so small inside of myself. i can't seem to grow. 

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Tales-of-Tao Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2014  Student General Artist
Hey, lovely, I've been missing you lately. I hope all is well. :heart:
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DisabledAffections Featured By Owner May 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
baby girl, I know today is gonna be tough for you.
you call me if you need to. I don't think you have my new number, I'll note you. I love you so much Jess. so much.
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DisabledAffections Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
happy Easter <3 I hope the Easter bunny left you lots of eggs!
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AlloenDreams Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014
thank you sweetheart :heart: i did get a bit of candy and made a big dinner for my family --but, your package was the best part of my weekend. you are so, so incredible jessica. i needed that pick-me-up terribly; you always seem to know just when to surprise me with your kindness. 

i'm going to try and send something very soon, university has just kept me busy lately. 
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DisabledAffections Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm so glad I could cheer you up<3
you're the most deserving person I know, you deserve love and happiness all the time.

don't worry about  sending me anything, I can be patient.
I'm  really proud of you, I know school takes so much energy from a person, just hearing from you makes my day a little brighter.
you just keep taking care of yourself.
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