Spiders lived in the hollows of the framework. Cobwebs stretched over the jutting walls, the bones corroded and worn away. Thin skins of dust and shadows, the face falsely bright but blemished, pale, deathly upon a closer look. Forcefully oblivious to the cracks, the dryness and the looming threat of vanishing completely. Starved of care, draped in desperation and hopelessness, blind to the damage. Edges protruding, sharp like the scent of wasting away. The clouds overhead never cleared, the attic always over-cluttered, chaotic, windows misted, hiding the darkness within. Ready to crumble, she fed her eating disorder, not herself.
by Lizzie Eden (15)
Sidcot School, Winscombe
Competition - Grim Tales
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