Ann was there

Ann was there From mornings to nightmares Following anywhere Ann was there

She would hold me And grasp my frame In a way I could never flee She always had the claim

She would flatter Even the gap between my thighs Telling me the inches matter Feeding me lies

And while running her fingers Across my bones A voice lingers And digs a gravestone

For in every meal She oversees what I ate Intoxicating me of the feel Of losing weight

Indeed, Ann was here Loud and visible Voices that never disappear For a figure that is despicable

But Ann knows better Standing in the mirror She knew my weight matter And I knew it clearer

For Ann has been there In purging and starvation She was always there Where “beauty” is my damnation

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