MademoiselleEmme

Mia's come home. She was here for a year before I had to go there. They said she wasn't my friend. I was alone. "You will lose your muscle. You will lose your hair." Eventually, at a hospital I would moan. My body was failing, I no longer had reason to care. The doctors let me go, and Mia came home. With the people, my thinness I'll share. --- It began with my Ana. My life. She took me in, with no room for worry. My family saw the strife. From dinner I ran in a hurry. If I was skinny, someday I would be a wife. But Ana made sure my relationships were blurry. Ana was my knife. Mia was my jury.