Painting The Picture
An eating disorder involves a plethora of colours.
White skin, pail and stretched tight over protruding bones.
Bruises, purple and blue, shot with green, blossom wherever legs and arms and stomach brush against anyone or anything.
The black darkness of shadows permanently shade the area beneath her eyes.
Red blood vessels snake their way across the eyes as she purges, bloodshot and painful.
A single tear carves a silver track down the pale cheek, containing a million thoughts and emotions.
The pink-purple of her nails, the only sign of how inexpressibly COLD she is; inside and out.
The faded red of dry lips left unkissed is a sad reminder of how alone she is.
White. Purple. Blue. Green. Black. Red. Silver. Pink. Faded Red.
Such beautiful colours, filled with such sorrow.
