Poetry - Eating Disorder

Sarah’s Skeleton

Sarah’s skeleton is swimming to the top of her skin
Pushing out
arching ribs
a lumpy spine and
a knot of bone
between her tiny breasts

I have been sleeping
next to this thing
I am not sure is Sarah

She shies
under the blanket
slipping off her nightie
I try to love her
angular body
in strange ways
that won’t crush her
And then I cradle her
cold bones
until she loses
her appetite for this too