So Said Ana to Me
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 23)
copyright 04-21-2009
Age Rating: 13 to 127
I see her face in the form of my belly
an aching entity spelling out EDNOS with her jagged teeth.
She writhes and twists inside of me--
--a burning fire, contracting, flaming--
--obscured by pains of hunger and this
living demon growing in me I--
--hear her name.
My strange pregnancy
so titled "Ana."
She is...
Skillful and quiet.
Thin and sublime and when she
emerges from my mouth in my hunger hallucinations
she feels like bones and perfection slipping out of me.
She is a skeleton
and barely taped on flesh.
Fingers linger, long and spindly--demonic and terrifying
and everything I
hate
despise
fear
but secretly so wish I could be.
When she opens her mouth to speak there are no words--
--the hunger has turned her tongue to dust.
Her flesh is as brittle as dry leaves,
her body as morbidly beautiful
as a decaying sun.
Hanging from my open mouth she clasps her palms
like razor sharp scales of a fish's back tight
over my eyes and says without a voice--
with only the rustling leaves of her skin for sound...
"Feed on me.
Feed on my dust and leaves and my
nothing.
Feed on me,
and I will make you complete."
So said Ana to Me.
I'm doing research on Anorexia. "Ana" is short for Anorexia, and is often seen as a symbolic person, deified by many young men and women who suffer from the disease. This poem was inspired by them.
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I've looked at this many times and always leave it with a quickness. Try to shake off the stark "reality" of the words. I've known several people whom have suffered from this disease. It's very serious and always complicated. A couple of close friends/family that still battle it today. This still creeps me out, as you've nailed it inside out.
Susan
A writer with both talent and intestinal fortitude. Too often we writers are talented and meek. Thank you for sharing, in such vivid form and emotion, the demon that you and others must deal with on a daily basis. You give others strength and power by sharing these thoughts put into words like notes from a harp - a harsh story sent to us with the twang of a musical instrument. Super contrast. Fantastic effect.
Debra - this poem is amazing. You have powerfully and descriptively personified the monster that lives within so many. The love/hate relationship, the constant battle, both clearly shown as "morbidly beautiful" Ana speaks. This is a wonderful work. June
Skill set alive and well, information shared in form and style, gift left on the page, always a truth given, a heart as open as time, special the writer, you continue to grow, best and better.. Walt
Welcome !
