Willful canyons carved
of bones beneath flesh,
rise and fall marking empty
spaces, outside and inside.
Once a smooth landscape,
now stark desert land,
sharp angles of deprivation,
ribs like ridges of carved rock
punished by anger
and the ravages of sun’s glare.
Punish the landscape
by withholding food, and it
rewards with new sharp angles,
art of light and darkness
over bones and flesh,
covering emptiness.
Talking to the Clouds 
Wow, you have captured beautifully something about the pain and beauty of an eating disorder. Very moving.
Thank you. I appreciate your kind comments.