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[Library] Anorexic for Alex
by Nikki RiceI know of the phone calls you made,
and I know of the things that you did.
I know about the boy you snuck in,
and I know about the fear that you hid.
I know what a real friend is like,
and I know who thinks you're a prick.
I know what it means to be whole,
and I know that you just make me sick.
I know that you're nothing but trash,
and I hear that he fucks you all night.
I see that I've already won
(even though you weren't up for the fight). 09/02/2008 Author's Note: Petty ramblings of child-like anger.
Posted on 09/02/2008
Copyright © 2025 Nikki Rice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/02/08 at 02:46 PM Still makes for some fascinating, stark poetry. Well done. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 09/02/08 at 05:56 PM Every single one of those statements are movements by themselves. They all cut deeply and touch me. Nice. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/01/08 at 10:35 PM This is some forceful stuff. It jabs like a stabbing. Very cool! |
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