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Camille Hollis

Camille Hollis

Ana

In my ear,
Ana whispers
And tells me just
Be thinner, dear
 
But I fear
I do not listen
Because I’m weak
And cannot hear
 
The quiet mumbles
In my mind
Over the sound
Of stomach grumbles
 
Ana’s aspiration tumbles
As I stuff my face
With foods
In bundles
 
And learn again
To hate myself
Because my failure
And fat remains.

(2013)

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Plate

I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it
The Cat

Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
 1
Alternative

Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
Blades

I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
 1
Sound

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Scrying Glass

Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
 1
Music

I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise
The Most

I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
Friends

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Headphones

I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming
Break

Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
 2
Beneath the Mask

People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
Passing Time

Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Care

Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re
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In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes



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