𝒻ℯℯ𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℴ𝒷𝓈ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃

“Feeding My Fading Obsession” — a devotion to Mia Feeding my fading obsession, bite after bite, then burn. You found me at rock bottom, and taught me how to return. You said, “Eat, my love — just don’t let it stay,” and I listened, throat raw from every prayer flushed in porcelain confession. I wasn’t strong enough for Ana, but you — you let me cheat. A secret cycle of silence, where pain tasted sweet. I learned to count the exits, to smile through the feast, to disappear by morning though I looked like a beast. You held my hair and heart, as I knelt in quiet war, fingers down my throat like promises, i never meant to keep anymore. after every binge and break. You told me I was worthless, but promised I could fake. My body: a battleground. My fingers: sacred tools. My hunger: the only constant in a world of broken rules. Fading to perfection, with every purge, I pray. This sickness is my savior it washes shame away. My faithful obsession, my keeper, my sin. You leave me hollow, and I c...