Like a sandcastle built too close to the waves, she crumbles.
A victim of a force that can’t be contained.
Coaxed by the promise of love and life,
By the promise of a soul washed clean by the renewing waters.
She couldn’t see the riptide beneath.
Bystanders looked on, amazed at what they saw.
She built her castle tall and wide, a fortress guarding her from the sea.
Many stood in awe at the creation.
No one stopped to question the integrity of the structure.
No one seemed to notice how close she was to the ocean.
The castle appeared impenetrable on the surface.
A hard earned accomplishment from a strong young woman.
As the tide crept in, still no one noticed.
Her creation was weakened with each grain of sand lost.
She succumbed to the trap hidden beneath the beauty.
The suffocation of life
The crushing blow of inadequacy
The blinding light of perfection
The idolizing of thinness
The fearing of society
The shaming of the self
The kidnapping of the mind
The burning of the throat
The callusing of the knuckles
The exhilaration of the purge
The scarring of the esophagus
The sight of the blood
The eradication of teeth
The spinning of the room
The crying on the floor
The fear of the consequences
The terror of recovering
The slicing of the razor
The swing of the rope
The swallowing of the pills
The end of the suffering
Misguided blessings of friends and family.
Misplaced trust to succeed and service.
Mistaken belief in a life happily lived.
Misdirected anger at the mask of the demise.