Through dreams and twigs that bleed darkly, I've returned to this place.

I remember how I wanted the art of emptiness, how words could fill me. Now away from those prying eyes and forceable fingers, I come back to show Seraphina how thin I can be. I remember how black coffee and cigarettes became an expression, how the Blue dragonflies and Cerulean butterflies lifted me, I remember what it feels like to watch numbers drop. I am here to bind myself in promise to thin. I am here to create beauty. 

Make me perfect, make me thin. 

Let me not forget the image I first saw as original perfection:

I associate you with Kessa, perfection in a person.
(The Best Little Girl in the World, Steven Levenkron)

"I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched."

~ Francesca Lia Block