listen, i know that most days
the dinner table is a minefield and
every step is a near miss or
a stumble and fall or
another bomb going off.
i know that safety is often
only found under the covers
with all the lights off.
i know how badly you want
to be anything less than this,
how it only feels okay when
the plate is as empty as you are and
you are more ghost girl than human.
let go of that dream about
the sugar plum girl who shrinks
into the tiniest swallow.
let go of the closet-sized skeleton
whispering that you
could be just like her.
let go of all of this letting go.
hold on, hold on, hold on.
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