she wanted nothing but
control
the only way she knew how
it was the only thing
she had a
handle on
eat at the dinner table
retire to her room
stuffing the hidden
chocolate bars
cookies
cakes
down her mouth
only to
retrieve it seconds later
she reveled in her beauty
what was beautiful to her
90 pounds and
counting
down to her demise
it didn't matter to her
the snickers
the finger pointing
the constant whispers in her ear
about how skinny she was
becoming
it was something of her own
but
nobody could understand
nobody could have predicted
the
disintegrating esophagus
hole in her stomach
rotting teeth
fainting in the hallways
all she wanted was control
but she couldn't control
her fate